There’s not a lot to be said, when one would like to go back to bed.
In a week’s time, my brother will be wed.
I think I’ll dye my hair cherry red.
It’s got to the point where I’m keen to be led.
But not to the point where I feel unstable in the head.
I like to rhyme a little, even when
it’s just brainspittle.
The rhythm of Dr. Seuss is one I like to see,
I love it when authors use it liberally!
And sometimes I like no rhyme
when the words are like that other time –
when you are a POET…
but… (wait for it…) have no cognizance thereof.