Proof of concept: I suck at poetry, Exhibit A

I want a hippopotamus

To take to my optometrist

And challenge his rhinoceros

Which there's never quite enough of us to do

 

I drew a lion in the sand

Which crossed him and he bit my hand

He said, "It tastes like candied yams"

And he began to spew

 

I made some tea and crossed it too

But Jesus' lawyer tried to sue

For copyright infringement on his robe

 

Which was a bust

You cannot trust

A thief to butter your loaves 

I hate to disappoint, I'd rather depose

But the feet made of clay

Already crumble at the toes

 

Never you mind

You never do mind

Do you remember?

I just robbed you blind