Is there – my friend would like to know –
is so rubbish?
My friend would like to be excused
from having one’s ears sorely abused
by being forced to listen to acrid rhymes.
Sacred, are the times
when the rest is silence –
as the Bard wroted.
Which Bard, it should be noted,
was also a poet –
my friend says that they endured one of his sonnets,
but wasn’t sure how far to throw it.