Does anybody Read these Things,
Full or Eating Chicken Wings?
Does it Matter what I Write,
In the Morning or at Night?
Rhyming Words to Keep me Sane,
though Sometimes it Is a Strain,
on Old Cells within My Brain,
hope Not out my Ears they Drain.
Comments now Will show as Made,
left for Time and never Fade.
So my Rhymes you Sure can Maul,
they will Stay – SPAM and All.