A/N: Boredom. ^^ I usually don't write poetry, but I'm in a good mood, so I came up with this silly little thing. xD
Saint was not a poet,
Not a poet, indeed.
"Rhyme scheme and meter
mean nothing to me."
But one day boredom struck
Right round about three
And so she decided
"A poet I'll be."
So she sat down to work
At the keyboard she calls home
And opened up a blank page
And the words started to come.
It was an innocent ditty,
and true nonetheless.
But the rhyming is questionable
It's not something worth stress.
Stanza by stanza, line by line,
And so she wrote her poem, row by row.
Around the fourth stanza, she finally realized
That it's Dr. Seuss Week on the Craig Ferguson Show.
...So maybe that explains this silly little rhyme.
