Poetry can be beautiful, especially when you follow some very important rules of life. |
"This A is for the Apple I work upon today, It was not free from just one tree, but clear is its display. "This A is for the many appartunities I have, I load my app and that's a wrap, It's simple work to save." "Your work is very interesting, I must say to you now, "But when we rhyme there's just one thing, the truth of words somehow..." "This A is for the apparating system that's inside I know that's true for when I'm through the apps with me abide." "Dear Johnny, I would never want to hurt your feelings here, "But rhymes like these do always taunt my sense of right, that's clear." "This A is for the apples upon your plate I spill I feel so great because of late my work doth give you thrill!" "O, Johnny, you are smart as little Alec, I must say, "But when I grade your work I'll whittle down from letter A." "No need, Dear Teacher, I was joking all within good fun, "My rhymes were humor I was poking, now the vict'ry's won!" "This I'll believe, when I do see good work upon your sheet, "For joyful then my heart will be, when standards you do meet." "This A is for the apple that has grown upon my tree, a gift today right on display your desk to you from me." by Jay O'Toole on August 9, 2016 |