Well here it goes, this poem's bad,
Just writing it makes me so sad.
Each line must have an eight syllable count,
Oh dear that was the wrong amount.
To make it long, that's what I strive,
So for verses, I will have five!
Everything's forced, it's out of place.
Nothing flows here, there is no grace.
Thus you can see my rhyming suck,
To hell with it, I don't give a...