It is time to write a poem once again.
But I cannot figure out the mood I'm in.
An english professor friend of mine
I can hear begin to whine
No, no to prepositions
At the tail end of a line.
.
Guess I do not give a hoot about the forum
Have always had my problems with decorum
But when I want something that you've got
I can suck up quite a lot.
You'll think, "Ah, that Pam, I really do adorum."
.
What do you think I should rant about now?
My head is empty and time won't allow
For me to regain the astute
And since I don't give a hoot
I'll close the curtain and then take a bow.