Another in the series of dueling poems with Bob and Huey along with Bob's response. 
I was writing with such frequency that I began walking around rhyming everything. 
To me a poem must rhyme to be a poem. I am limited in my tastes as everyone who knows 
me well knows. But my limitations are so wonderful.


14 September 2002
Response to the series of poems by Bob (and Huey)

This craze of ours will have to cease
No ifs, no ands, no buts
Cause until then I'll get no peace
I'm quickly going nuts.

I step to metre, march in time
I dare not hesitate
My mind obsesses over rhyme
My heart beats syncopate.

When you respond I can't resist
I fear I'll soon be fired
So now I beg you to desist
Until I have retired.


From Bob

Now that tomorrow is Yom Kippur
I hope you're feeling a bit more chipper
After all it is much hipper
To feel better off than worse
 
So take it slow, take it cool
Don't go acting like a fool
And I know that in a bit you'll
Put behind this awful curse