Crappy Poems
And so it is, we penned each verse
with nothing left to say.
We rhymed in time to make it fine
and quietly walked away
to where we go, nobody knows;
we'll get there when we know it,
on crappy verse we shan't rehearse
for fear we just might blow it.
with nothing left to say.
We rhymed in time to make it fine
and quietly walked away
to where we go, nobody knows;
we'll get there when we know it,
on crappy verse we shan't rehearse
for fear we just might blow it.
