Run
 

I went for a run
It was no fun
When I was done
I felt like the sun

Ha, ha, ha, ha... Exercise poetry? I can do it too:

I left for a swim
On a lighthearted whim,
But the water was dim
And quite murky with flegm.
So, I thought at the rim,
"How shall I get trim?"

Erm... Sorry 'bout that. I meant "phlegm"...

I saw this one chick
All up on my dick
I came in her eye
So hard she died
And I was in cuffs at the end of the night.

Good Heavens! That poem is frightfully lewd;
Its structure, as well, is remarkedly crude.
And "Sinjob", for sooth, I don't mean to intrude,
Nor have I set out to spoil your mood,
But your name and you manner ~so rough and so rude~
Make me think that you're quite a cantankerous dude.

I love you

Why yes
I am crude
But only
in a certain mood
For I tire my constant need
(to sound SMRT)
And thus keep my thoughts eased
With peoms such as these:

...dude

@ TheFeatheredÆtheling... bravo!!