1 fish, 2 fish, I Couldn’t Do This

Can I write

Like a master

Sure I might

But he’d be faster

For the four beat

In his time

Could I compete

With his rhyme

I could not

Would not

Cause he aced it

My orange to door hinge

Wouldnt place When

winnings hinged

Against what he’s written.

It will not

Shall not

Even place if

My riff bore seeds

or sleeved an ace

He’d be King bee

Any time or space

whether

I did lace it with cool lingo

Where I

To use clever words like archipelago

I could Jot the foxtrot

Dance a tango with two pens.

Waltz words in written curves

Id be the hokey pokey compared to him.

If my words could match his clock

If so skilled werent his metered tick tock,

If getting close were still down a block

If my words could find missing socks

Silly me could not compete

I Would not land there on my feet

Dare I

Care I

to compare I

My verbage flops

Every time my

rhyme stacked against

the good old Doc!