This time for Joe, I shall make a bad poem.
And indeed I shall make a bad poem.
By rhyming same words together it is almost sad.
My poem is indeed almost sad.
Reading it will make you depressed.
The thought of same words used to rhyme will make you depressed.
And that last sentence was too long.
But this sentence is not too long.
It sucks so bad, I don't use italics.
Only good poems use italics.
I can use unrhymable words like orange.
And rhyme them again back with orange.
This poem is my greatest piece of crap.
Crap is what it is, crap, crap, crap.
The sentiment's all right,
The wording's all wrong...
I tried to compare thee to a summer's day,
But try as I might,
But it all went 'Pete Tong'.
My poetic ability has dun gone away.