Found the irksome daggered youth
Writhing in my own construct
Wished him gone
Wished him luck
But alas he's gone amuck
Pilfering the maidens pure spirits
Flirting the state of his appearance
Accept that this is the way
Except there is another day
I can come back, train him new
Oh can you now
Lets see that
Of course that feat can come true
Of course of course I dare you?
Found him once
Tamed the shrew
But alas he is I you knew


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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.