Perhaps I’ll write a poem a day.
My fans can say on what.
And I will then have found a way
To sit here on my butt.
The dollars, they’ll come pouring in
From fans both far and near.
They’ll clamor here, each verse to read,
And thank me oh, so dear.
No calculations have I made,
But dream it just the same.
For surely does the world now long
For this poetic game.
‘Tis better than the tennis match,
The TV news, or mall,
For I can give them what they want
And make it rhyme and all.
So feed me topics and you’ll see
What I can do for you.
For I’ve got rhymes for “quantum”
And for “rhinoceros,” too!”
Pythagorus” and “Efferdent”
And “matrimony” be
A challenge for a lesser gent,
But mere child’s play for me.
So, bring it on, dear fans of mine,
With topics of our times.
Or better yet, just send me cash
And spare yourselves the rhymes!
