Serious Insides

Hilarity in Poetry and Woeful Verses Weekly
Are necessary someone has to put the effort in
O who has time for rigid rhyme I think it’s me uniquely
It’s tough to write this awful guff but people need to grin
So moil and toil and midnight oil it’s not too late and vital
We’re going down with fatal frowns and serious insides
I think you’ll find I saved mankind with stanzas and a title
Or else it’s yikes I got no likes and everybody’s died

Could lyrics raise the spirits quick we haven’t very long
There’s still a chance so do you fancy bursting into song