“A poem doesn’t have to rhyme right? I mean it’s just fine, with words after another?” Gun Roswell

Written on the run

I wrote this thing on the run

So it may not be that much fun

It may not even rhyme

You see I lost my glasses and cannot see too fine

But as the good doctor prescribed

A poem a day would keep me just fine

So I need to scribble what ever pops into my mind

Even if it is without any kind of rhyme

For who am I

To argue against a professional

Otherwise it would take some kind of confessional

To put all out there

Which inside my head fares

So no this little ditty is totally done

Forgive me for any and all intended puns

I simply could not resist

Otherwise this poem would not exist

And so, I am quite finished (and Finnish)

Just had to put that out there

To excuse all them typos you might at glare!