This is a poem of a poem
You should never be without a poem
A poem maybe of home
Or some place you Rome
How do you hone a poem?
You use a shaping stone
Maybe a grinding wheel
If it is was made of steel
Poem of poem a riming riddle
Cooked on a griddle
With some fruit in the middle
Or maybe cheese a dream if you please
This fellar in Nome
Would never leave home
The freezing air
Has him stuck up there all a lone
Riddle on the griddle
Something in the middle
You may be prone to put butter
Maple or honey it’s just never known
What is it?
Leave your guess in the comments
Thank you and god bless
