Or should I write my own?

My verse of my own is wanted,
To advance Mom on a place,
But such action is foolish,
For no poet am I.

The lines do not rhyme,
and most of the time,
the words just get stuck on your tounge.

I'll argue not,
when they call it rot,
and write it off out of hand.

But do me a me a favour,
And complain not, but savour,
When we Kipple again in this land.


you can groan now....