Actually, I Do Write Comedies
There once was an excellent poet
Was it I, you ask? You know it!
You’ll see how I rhyme
With high regard to meter, verse, diction, structure, and rh—time
Because when you’re the best, you show it.
As it happens, the poet—yours truly—
Encountered a rhyme most unruly
And with valiant effort, ‘twas met
With the help of the Internet
Which smote it thusly: canaliculi!
Victorious, the poet—myself—
Sought enthronement on the highest bookshelf
But elf would not do
To make this rhyme true
So for prestige, she went with the near-sound of commonwealth.
Such formidable use of such words, you see,
Allows real poets to take these liberties
Comedians also know this well
Though that’s another story to tell
In which our heroine will jest, laugh and be merry—
Unless, of course, the joke is on me . . .