Poem

Let me tell you a little poem.

I dig You dig He digs We dig And so do they

Not a great poem, but it's very deep.

There Once Was A Poet Named Bates,

His poems weren't always first rate,

His first lines weren't bad, but the problem he had,

Was that he always tried to put too many syllables into the last line.

Three boys are in the schoolyard bragging about their fathers

The first boy says, “My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a poem, they give him $50.”

The second boy says, “That’s nothing. My Dad scribbles a few words on piece of paper, he calls it a song, they give him $100.”

The third boy says, “I got you both beat. My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a sermon, and it takes eight people to collect all the money!”

I wrote a poem.

I dig.

You dig.

She digs.

He digs.

They dig.

We dig.

Now I know it's not a very good poem, but it's pretty deep.