You can not compare a good woman to a summer's day
The cage bird doesn't sing, it perches, pecks, and parrots because nothing happens to a deferred dream
Raisins are still dried up grapes even when you call them roses
But that doesn't stop the bard and his cronies from churning out their verses.
The world won't end in fire or in ice, and gold will still be here long after we're gone
Nothing and no one depends upon a red wheel burrow
And there is no such thing as green eggs and ham
Even Chaucer looking at his world through a microscope
Ne'er dared to examine himself with he couplets many
Too busy satirizing all others in his company
Let's face it if Mary had a little lamb she'd surely sheer and sell that snow white fleece
and supper on lamb chops.
All poems are lies and the poets liars
Just like this one. And this one.
