There once was a poet named Turner. <br />He was kind and a rather quick learner. <br />Then he tempted his fate <br />when he stayed for debate <br />Someone quipped 'use the afterburner'. <br /> <br />If you aim to remain and match wits <br />you will find that this place is the pits. <br />Where the poets throw rhymes <br />to the gallows like crimes <br />while creating fourliners 'bout tits.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-forum/
