I can't write this poem
While in my impotent state
I'm feeling so languid
Because its so late
I'll try to be laconic
But I'll not give legerdemain
I'd be very lachrymos
To receive a bad grade
As I sit
Under lambent light
I write this jocular poem
Because it seems so right
Although I hear no knell
Nor know any libertine
I write the word lascivious
With my hand's kinetic energy
My mind is a maze
This time of the night
You may juxtapose it to a labyrinth
The comparison is right
It seems and imprecation
Has been placed upon me
It must be my kismet
To write this story
I'll now end with a closing
Of which I will not stammer
This poem is terrible
But at least I love grammar