My favorite poet was Hannibal.
Never mind he was a notorious cannibal.
When food was rare, he didn't give a care.
Critics of his verse filled his table.
A man sat with coffee and donut.
Another with a bottle of booze.
Together a pair not going anywhere.
Two of the cities finest.
All around the chrysanthemum bush,
the bumble bee chased the hornet.
They followed the rules which limited their tools,
and then they both became poets.