You don't put up much of a fight for an ol' fart.
Give me something to yawn at! (please)
He came from Canada and
posted some poems, did he.
The American who yawned
at him, was indeed me.
Take that! I say in a fit of
rivalry of a poetic nature.
I'll be damned if he didn't
yawn back befitting the culture.
You wanna fight? I say with
I'll fight until death,
with me weary bones.
So I gave it my best shot,
and post a rhyme of substance.
Just like he had asked of me,
was the final circumstance.
So I wait-wait-wait for a death-
blow--of the poetic kind.
Yet nothing forthcoming
to date, is what I find.
Yea be it in the days of yore, when the pen was mightier than the sword.
Though words do seem fickle and weak in these modern times...
Many people will ask what is the difference between poems and rhymes?
The difference is in the cadence, a syllabic metering of rhythmic words,
whose pattern is somehow wonderful and delightful to mindful herds.
Words so written have little meaning--outside of entertaining projections.
It's just the thoughts of one's own sharing, sometimes caring inflections.
So, I turn my back to you, and I fart in your general direction!
I challenge you to a duel of poetic words, and damn to consequences!
(you Canadians are all alike! TAKE THAT!) (Well, you're all from Canada, are you not?)