Poem for the Day.

I know you know the moves

But your poem made me sob

So keep on writing poems

But don't quit your day job ;-)

How very dare you

think I may sue

for calling me words true

a pile of poo.

I'm so sorry

If I ever hurt your feelings

But I'm just a dumb bunny

Who just laughs at everything

Oh President Max

it's you I must tax

for your last poem didn't rhyme

which is a poem crime.

but this bunny has nothing

but the fur on his back

taxing me would be just kicking

me in my ball sack

Let us commit a crime,

to expedite the time,

Let us do something that some chap forbade,

and cut that rule with a blunt blade.

Don't mind the barriers,

nor the justice carriers.

Strike here and now,

no more shall you bow.

The choice is ours,

whether we will destroy towers,

stop clocks,

or make prisoners go for long walks.

Ours alone,

is the spade and the bone.

I have carried my sack,

carried it on my sore back.

I asked for it,

and it I got.

nobody knows what

they ask me where

but I tell them, that I'm not going there,

again they ask what,

but I shrugg and go on.

Taxing this thread may become

if you've got an agenda

to break down the walls

think i'll go on a benda

benda re - pub crawl

I feel a poem coming on

I feel it with my heart

or was it just loosing pressure

yep, it was just a fart