A little poem

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

This is a poem

That I wrote for you.

This is a blog

Where I can write

Sometimes in day,

Most often at night.

This is a poem

You're on the 'Net.

These are some words.

Are you bored yet?

Soil is brown.

Earthworms are pink.

They never get poems.

Why, do you think?

I'm on my phone

And on a couch.

What rhymes with couch?

Crouch, grouch, and ouch.

That last rhyme scheme

Does not really fit,

But this is my blog.

I do what I want.

I have a foot.

I have some hair.

I am a human.

No surprise there.

What is today?

Friday, I think.

Tonight I prob'ly

Won't sleep a wink.

I kinda cheated

By short'ning a word.

I did it again,

But nobody heard.

Nobody heard that

Because it's just text

And not read out loud

(But I'll do that next).

Is this a talent?

You bet your behind.

Poetry's hard,

So please be kind.

How is it going?

Hey, what's up, doc?

How 'bout this weather?

I hate small talk.

I'm out of random

Things I can say.

This poem is over.

Have a nice day.