Fetid Fish Poem by John Sensele

Sadness no more to bore me at my pad
Where the lad of my dreams
Makes me glad
Spoiling me with streams of ice creams

Citing and reciting platonic poems
That bathe away sorrow and enslave
Tomorrows that flow in phloems
To prevent events in which brave

Boldness slays sadness
Sowing seeds so sapient
They hover and hurry happiness
Into my tent

Lighting up my face
My heart, my mind, my whole being
For so long immersed in verses that displace
True happiness, dishing out fetid fish that ain't interesting.