A Well Engineered Poem Poem by Paul Laughton

See the crying of the poet,
I think he's angry at the mowatt.

He finds it hard to see the troll,
Overshadowed by the tiny sausage roll.

Who is that hating near the Trump?
I think she'd like to eat the diffusion pump.

She is but a yellow abbess,
Admired as she sits upon a labus.

Her cold car is just a snot,
It needs no gas, it runs on lot.

She's not alone she brings a Bible,
a pet snake, and lots of geibel.

The snake likes to chase a God,
Especially one that's in the assad.

The poet shudders at the painful catholic
He want to leave but she wants the non-catholic.