There once was a poet named Wiffle, <br />he never wrote porno or piffle. <br />Though the powers decreed <br />he had sinned and indeed <br />he repented and showed a small sniffle. <br /> <br />He'd forgotten that poets may not <br />use their talent to....well, lose the plot. <br />Mr. Wiffle my dear <br />please behave now, you hear <br />or you may get yourself really shot! <br /> <br />I will say that (this is a conclusion) , <br />we are left with the son of illusion <br />put your thoughts in between <br />all the lines to be seen <br />by the ones who can practice collusion. <br /> <br />I can say 'oh I love what you wrote <br />and your rhyme, (is it cute rhymes with goat) .' <br />Mr Wiffle my friend <br />you will win in the end <br />and you know I shall give you my vote.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-note-to-mr-wiffle/
