A challenge from a poet for all of us to write an itty bitty rhymey ditty. No prose allowed. This one is mine.

The rain gets deeper in my gutter
where the leaves were all a clutter
I put my ladder upon the eave
and then I really began to heave
those rotten leaves all the way down
but fell and broke my pumpkin crown


The water filled my water spout
and washed an itsy spider out


He bit on me with all its might
to pay me back for his web site
that washed away down the drain
and caused him much unbearable pain


He crawled up one side, down the other
and said, I will tell you brother
since you heaved a gutter of clutter
that left my web afloat and flutter
you could post me on a site
where I could get in a forum fight
and sting the dickens out of those
who write their poems in icky prose