SLAM!

The following poem might be a pattern poem -- I just don't know which one, so I guess I'll call it a freestyle with humor.


Bad habits

Like rabbits

Habitually

Inhabit

The detailed design

Of the quay of my

Daily routines.

I swat them with switches

I bat them with belches

I swing them about with

Swishes and swipes

But they wiggle and waggle

And burrow in deeper

So I guess I shall

Have to adopt and adapt

And I guess it is true

That some of the habits

Have the cutest of sneezes

And maybe they're not

As horrendously bad

As I first was supposing

At all.