Here I sit at my computer,
Trying to think of what to write.
It wasn’t a very interesting day,
many things wrong, not much right.
My thumb is cut, but too gross to show,
Dinner was only toast and eggs.
The movie was stupid, I am sleepy.
The creative bucket is dragging the dregs.
This form of rhyme is not my style,
So it doesn’t even come out well.
Instant rhymes are hard to write,
so I’ll just have to say, “Oh well”.
Dang. You’re not supposed to use a word
to rhyme with the word that you just said.
Whatever. You’re no Rhyme Police.
Good night, everyone.
(I would like to point out that SEVERAL times during the edit of the FIRST edition of this poem, Lloyd groaned audibly – scoffing and making comments like “Gol.” SO, first prize to the best comeback to Lloyd!)