Shticky Guy so glad you’re back
Sometimes we take a new track
But after awhile
We return with a smile
We realize what we did lack.
Our forte is limerick stuff
Why some days I can’t get enough
I sit here all day long
Writing poems, not a song
And by evening I feel pretty rough.
And even while falling asleep
Most people that I know count sheep
I lie there and rhyme
Wasting precious sleep time
For heaven sakes, when is geneek?