I’m sure you’re quite charming over the internet…?

Charm is something needed,

Harm is something heeded,

Alarm is something interceded,

Disarm is something that should be unimpeded…

High is something you get when smoking pot,

Dry is something you get when put on the spot,

Spry we are when young sprinting to squat,

Rye we drink a lot in a shot…

Only charming am I,

When I am sober,

And never in the month of October,

Not sure what I did mean when I did start this poem,

Maybe I wanted to tell you my name in a past life was Jeroboam…

Now on a roll,

I can’t stop,

This poem not one of my tops,

But live with it, its something to read,

Just do me a favor and don’t call the cops…

        © poppywrittED ~ 10/9/04