“But, Copper can get Verdigris, can’t it?”
“That’s true, if not at all relevant to a simple Acrostic.”
“That makes no sense, whatsoever!”
“No, but it’s a great Acrostic.”
“No, it is. Try it – how about you write an Acrostic for ‘O.R.A.N.G.E.”
“Orange? Well, I’ll try.”
“Which is not entirely true.”
“No, but it’s a great Acrostic!”
I am a poet,
and I suffer from OCDVD
it’s not just me;
but, others, too,
must, at some time,
have been plagued
by the need for
an Orange County rhyme.
I ate an orange for my tea
Because it refused to rhyme for me
One such time I ate a lime
I don’t know why
Is that a crime?
Two of my five a day
I opt to dispatch in a non-poetic way
An apple may keep the doctrine at bay
But, at its core, it’s apt to dismay;
And pineapples, coconuts, guavas and yams
Can’t always stop a man going nuts for his fruit (as I am).
It’s not that I’m fussy
To be honest
I don’t give a hoot
But, when you asked me
If I ate a balanced diet
I started juggling melons
You should try it.
This is just nonsense
You may have worked that out
But, I bought the last half pound
I think it’s your shout.
There was a young Scotsman whose ‘Oringe’
Was a hit at the Edin-berg Foringe
For his accent was broad
Made the audience applaud
But, made poets the world over coringe.