Martedì

 Why do poems have to rhyme?

Must it happen every time?

Well, no.

I think I've left my run

To make the All Blacks

A bit late.

This is the good thing about

Being a musician,

You can go on until the end.

Provided your ears and hands

Hold out.

I have two half hour gigs

In May.

Hey!

Before you call this

Boring,

Remember that

It's not about kitchen

Renovations!

And!

It's in poetic form,

Which Robert,

He with the very long name,

Understands.

The sanctimonious sinner,

Toilet cleaner, and

Threatener of

Eternal Damnation.

The scariest guy

In our nation?

Hey, it's not a crime

To have the occasional 

Rhyme.

It can add a bit of a

Chime.

Peter's now the

Post police,

He bangs them out but

Some are brief.

Ever since I have been born,

I haven't found

Such need to yawn.

Well, there you go,

I'm back on track,

I hope there'll be

No looking back,

As TC grumbles even more

About posts not going

Out the door.

The picture he posts

May be grey but

At least it fills in

Some of his day.

Writing a post won't

Bring you gold but

It'll fill in time

As you get old.