People ask why do I rhyme, all the time?
Well, because it’s wonderfully restrictive
Reduces choice, when choosing my next word
And makes my puzzle, more predictive
Who else does their poetry in a spreadsheet?
Or says Absofuckingloutly, just to hit a beat?
Three pounds, of meaty cauliflower
Have given me, a special power
To increase, the literary function, of his discrete, piece of meat
If I could say it all
In fewer words, or none
I would
Understood?
We’d soon be done and gone