It might be a poem,
But it don't rythme.
Way too wordy! Not
Worth a dime....
The beggar, who reads,
Might find worth...
If only it would rythme!
Value is mirth...
Glee will bring fortune!
Glee will bring fame!
Beggars will feast
On the meaning of
This shame
Of a poem!
Way too wordy,
And, complete
With no name!
What a fun ride! Elysabeth should open a poetry theme park!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when the excellence being resourced from wisdom rythm seems to ingrained ever along, great poem! 0+, thanks for sharing