The Pope of Poetry

(inspired by a nonsensical dream)

If I were to be Dr. Seuss
Would you
Dear Keenon,
Be my muse?
I'd write you rhymes full of abuse
and be the match to your short fuse
I'd stir the pot
and dig a hole
spouting comebacks (very droll)

If I became the Pope of Poetry
I'd bless and baptize all, I guarantee
I'd write the liturgy
and sprinkle potpourri
and you, my muse
would be my devotee

If I, yes me, was the royalty of rhyming
I can assure you I'd possess perfect timing
The tongue twister tycoon
and beat-boxing baboon
would look at me and blow a fuse
Cause I'm a poet with a muse.


(disclaimer: keenon is the friend with the dream...)