How rude

With in the time from six to nine is
I set out on a ride to find myself
A sexy piece of ass. Of what? Of ass!
Well that's unbecoming for a poet!
Oh really is it? Well don't I know it.
But come now my sweet audience,
It's you who for this poem is meant.
What doth though want an English sonnet?
Brought forth wax and wane, truly laconic.
Or something simply smile making
Like eating warm dates wrapped in bacon


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.