Rhymes with Ought

Every. Single. One.

I’d write a poem on the spot,

If I had brains, but I have not,

Perhaps about a Grecian pot,

The virtues of the granny knot,

An Eben Floodlike drunken sot,

Or how the world has come to aught,

That bureaucrats should all be shot

For filling minds with bilious rot,

The kinds of time that time forgot,

Hephaestus and the works he wrought,

Sweet Fido sleeping in his cot,

My sister snuffling her snot,

That many products can be bought

From Smith and Woolridge for a tot

Of cash, the smashing knights that fought,

How the soup wasn’t nearly hot,

The calfhide laying out a plot

Halfway as large as the king’s lot,

The stultifying act of thought,

Madoka tricked by her mascot,

Infinity in an ink blot,

How Trump is really a robot,

Six tricks to tying an ascot,

The speed at which Guy Fox should trot

Fleeing his own gunpowder plot,

What Hux and Darwin truly taught:

A certain apeish way to squat

And chew and spit betal and khat,

A lady forlorn and distraught,

A sacred cup King Arthur sought,

The cost of owning your own yacht,

The grammar laws of an ablaut,

How many lights light from an watt,

The way that Jesse James was caught,

A housedoor busted down by SWAT,

The temper of a kilted Scot,

The many gifts a suitor brought,

Some noble war fought for a jot,

A night dark that with terrors fraught

Comforting dreams and sleep garrote,

Flatland’s perspective from an dot,

The difference between is and ought.

All these and more if I had got

The wits to pull a slack rope taut.