I just drop a handful of words into the top of my,

Acme Corporation poem making machine.

I turn the crank handle around and around.

And it will sift through, and sort out the words.

Removing those that are offensive,  or obscene.

The remaining words,  it will spit out in an order,

That when read,  has a rhythm,  and rhyme,

And sounds pleasent,  and serene.

 I will claim that I wrote these words.

But the credit really goes to my,

Acme Corporation poem making machine.

(thank-you Chuck Jones)

 

By JD. Bardo