Could Become New Craze
Should my poems have much superstition
Of what does seem to be a deep suspicion
After deciding and making one more decision
What if I were faced with an inquisition?
My desire was lack a cross which was burning
And deep inside my stomach started churning
And a thought and question kept on returning
Would all of my love she want to be spurning.
No matter where love and each chip lays
Wrote several more poems last few days
On my mind and conscience each one plays
Poetry recitals could become a new craze.