Ok, this is why prose writers shouldn't accept poetry..this is about as bad as I can make it
Scabarous pustules, nearly ready to burst deep-scared emnimities, like first, real liverwurst intense, mad emotions, red-hot like the sun, fun, one, ton.. and you know one more thing, it's ready to burst or did I use that one? I'm the perfect prefect or bust I'm perfectly sensible, red-hot, oh yeah, I used that too Zorkish calamities like the slavering grue, you too? Shall I compare thee to a summoner's day? Hot, stuck in the courtroom, play, day, pay, something that rhymes with 'a' These aren't a few of my favorite things Swing high low in London, the bent pendulum rings I dunno folks, I'm from the real old school, where meter and rhyming followed fairly easily followed rules (don't stroph me, cause I'm close to the edge..;) My real fear is that some artsty fartsy school in some 'happenin'g local would find the above 'sheer genius'..as I said, bad poetry's so easy to do...;)

I wish I'd said that.. The Staircase Wit

anahl nathrak uth vas betude doth yel dyenvey..;)