Grated…

Feeling much better today,

Even though I was grated in a way,

Was not the cheese I did use the grater on,

But you can tell I did cut the cheese, another part of me now gone…

Might have stunk, might have hurt “grately,”

But you know me I have to write so stately,

Have been using the toilet paper in the picture just lately,

Could that be why my butt does smart so blatantly?

Boy, though, does it clean really good,

Not to easy though afterwards to have stood,

This paper will stand the test of time,

But I doubt this poet’s weird sense of rhyme,

Will work out in the end, just before to the heavens I do climb,

My poetry is worth very little that being the ultimate crime…

                © ed ~ 11/15/04