Ask me that which I hold dear and I should answer twice:
Family first, then ice cold beer, would, I think, suffice.
Family for I love them so, they bring me no small pleasure;
Beer is much the same you know – good company in my leisure.
Now ask me what to do without and I would answer thrice:
Broccoli, Hip-Hop, rainbow trout, exact a heavy price.
The first and third both smell like crap; to eat them is a sin,
The second because it sucks to rap, like a Hoover that’s plugged in.
Then ask me what goes through my skull before I start to write
Not so much; I’m pretty dull, a dollar store night light.
Pray bags of gold for all my friends, each time I start to type
Instead I offer my Depends, the only fruit that’s ripe.
And finally ask me why I rhyme instead of usual story,
and I will say “It takes less time,” and “My, that blouse is whorey.”
You other bloggers sure do post a lot; where do you find the time?
Today I choose to save on thought. It’s easier to rhyme.