Emily plays with her friends,
Ethan cribs in his, uh, crib;
Tonya works on lesson plans,
while I compose, trying to not be glib.
Tonya checked out the Blogosphere,
and I was pleased at what she had to say;
Why not launch into some prose she asked?
And create a weekly Sonnet Day?
Well, poems can offer some frivolity,
but limericks can sure be a hoot;
Too bad I am better at pentameter,
than joking about that dude from Timbuktu.
Like an UFO over a trailer park,
a sensible rhyme has to just appear;
It is not easy to create on demand,
as they don't just come out of my rear.
So I'll take what I can get,
and kind readers, so shall you;
Because tomorrow my words may not rhyme,
and I may not make sense either.
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