A pattern for you my poet this night
Brighten my eyes to that of new sight
I see phrases refrain from forming a line
To encompass the passing of rhyming in time
But not of injustices discussed to the death
But lacking of poets by those who lack breasts
So homage I praise on a sight seen by few
A male who loves to turn phrases anew


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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.