I thought it might merit a bit of our time
To try to conduct a discussion in rhyme.

The meter? Your choice; I will not be insistant.
As we go post-to-post, we need not be consistent.

The subject can be anything you hold dear.
I admit, at the moment, I'm thinking of beer!

A couplet please add, or feel free to do more,
But you're not obligated to write three or four.

I cannot do it in the hall
I cannot do it in the mall.
My rhymes lack beat,
My rhythms suck.
When I tap my feet
They just get stuck.
I cannot do it on this board.
I fear attack from the Wordcraft Hoard.

Now, Jo I don't like what I hear;
Our Wordcrafters? Please don't you fear!
Those who are here
Are sweet and quite dear;
They only attack lousy beer!

Lousy beer, and that is all?
But what about the falderal
of misapplied punctuation,
Or claims without substantiation?

Even if they give complaint,
do not let that give constraint
for if we hush our opin-yuns
that will ruin half the fun!

'Tis not the silence I abhor
Nor joyous ruckus at my stoop.
It's the sickening bunch at every store,
Who share their hacking, coughing croup.

The sneezing, wheezing, sniffly crowd
That populates each public place
Sends out a germy, viral cloud
That always drifts right for my face.

(so... boys and girls, join me in some carols especially for this wonderful time of year)

"tis the season to be sickly,
Snorka snorka hack, and boy Haaaachoo!
My skin is feeling hot and prickly,
Snorka snorka hack, and back at you!

Oh....
Handkerchiefs! Handkerchiefs!
Kleenex every where.
Little drops of germy crap
Floating in the air. There!
Handkerchiefs! Handkerchiefs!
Ain't this time just great?
Save some turkey soup for me.
I'm sick and I'll be late.