I didn't write this poem, I did not choose these words I'd never give my name to something so absolutely absurd The idea of this poem is anathema to my senses It should be locked away behind some very high fences
If I would write a poem, I'd pick a different theme I'd write about a vivid and fascinating dream A galloping steed upon which sat a handsome knight Would be a poem subject on which I'd like to write
There are certain standards that I like to maintain And many topics from which I choose to abstain This poem is one from which I'd keep my distance I cannot see a reason for its very existence
So if you read this poem, I can't believe you've got this far Do not blame me if it leaves a sad and sorry scar I tried to warn you that it's got nothing to do with me It doesn't even come provided with a valid warranty