Doggerel

The local library, in honor of Poetry Month, has a "Poet Tree" on display. It's a bare branch standing upright in a jar. Underneath is a pile of little, paper leaves on which patrons are encouraged to write a poem, either their own or an excerpt of an old favorite. It was raining last Saturday when I visited, so I lingered long enough to concoct and submit the following bit of silliness (deliberately dreadful):

A poem will surely be brief
and the meter will give everyone grief
When we have just five lines
To make it all rhyme
And hang it all up on a leaf.