Poem Body:
I was inflicted but I can’t find any wound.
It’s to the tune of, squash a bee pleasantly.
What pleasantries await, it must be gated.
Good will wishes for you, I’d rather be dunked.
Off the beaten path, have a laugh at my expense.
Make it a lesson for you, who riots on somebody’s day off.
I knew I was sprinting, didn’t see the checkered flag.
Tag you are it, it is split down the middle.
Now you are speaking riddles, it’s just kiddy fare.
Do I defend a spotter.
It’s spot on course, didn’t endorse it.
