Poetry Brawl

Basically I am a person, very nice Outside green inside warm and red With a small mouth and a round face I roll over around on this globe, great. I was rolling smoothly over the hills And valleys and on some poetry pages Till I met a women with a sharp knife Who trolled stray in flared up rage. She first snarled then picked up a fight I just said on a poem of another poet This is fine yet it should be deep and wide As I wanted to bring out his quality, the best. The lady with a pimp came up and wrote We did not get what you meant to say This one is a beauty and a piece perfect With all the qualities and fantastic word play You never get and what I mean, I replied She became furious and called me arrogant I stopped rolling and stood like an elephant But before she stabbed me and my dignity On the ground I had pulled down her pant.