The writer's face is wearing a smirk
Seeing such a smirk you'd think the writer quite the jerk
But a lucky perk of knowing that smirk
Is being able to tell that it's caused by a comical quirk
A comical quirk coming from a jerk?
You might think I've gone berserk
But this I can shirk, for in the places I lurk
Comical quirks are always at work
And even the grocery store clerk can be a jerk
And who is this writer, you may inquire?
It is none other than Mr. Myer the squire
Not only is he a squire, he also is for hire
To connect any wire and extinguish any fire
Yet I fear he'll retire to go join the choir
But his voice is so much higher than they would require
Unfortunately, Mr. Myer is quite the crier
He also likes to borrow the friar's hair dryer
But the friar won't admit it - such a liar!
By now you're asking "where's your brain?"
Ah no, I haven't gone insane
I'm really something of a plain-Jane
Just don't strain a plain-Jane or she'll pull out her cane
The only thing worse than straining plain-Jane
Is straining plain-Jane while she's alone in the rain
But that's nothing compared to straining plain-Jane on candycane lane
Oh, but if you strain plane-Jane on candycane lane while she's alone in the rain...
Okay, maybe I'm a bit insane
