To Dr Anthea
When I read your poem I was dismayed,
To see the challenge you had laid,
But as you've thrown the gauntlet down,
I'll set to my poem albeit with a frown.
I'm searching for rhymes until my head aches,
All because my criticisms you could not take,
But for my tormenter North of the Border,
I'll deliver some couplets written to order.
But I fear that so far my head has gone numb,
So I'm googling for rhyming-dictionary.com,
All so I can try and rise to your test,
And let the readers decide whose poem is best,
For you see dear Doctor that in ten minutes time,
I've created a poem and all of it rhymes,
So away it shall go emailed to Shazz,
Erm, something something, 'Howay the Lads!'