To write a poem; I’ve penned one or two
For my good friend, who I love to write for,
Few impress me and he impresses few.
More than a year; I’ve grown to know him more.
With beaker, waistcoat and pen to write with,
He pens in rhyme such a master is he.
Brith of a child? I have witnessed his brith.
Perfectly, Jeff rhymes almost perfectly.
Kept in his wallet are poems he has kept,
Reading out loud as he enjoys reading.
Except for his accent and that we accept,
Leading the ladies, he thinks he is leading.
Shadow sonnets he hates, I pen him a shadow
Narrow in mind; are English all narrow?









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