The poet isn’t well

The farmer likes Adele 

The farmer dates Adele

Hi ho! He's merry, oh

The farmer's in Adele

 

The farmer has a wife

The wife has a knife

Oh no! Not merry, oh

The wife stabs Adele 

 

The wife enters a plea 

Her plea? Not guilty

Although she's very, no?

It was a hung jury

 

This poem's getting worse 

I wouldn't be averse

If anybody reading this

Can help me with a verse

 

Everything's inane

Reality's my bane

A dozen psychiatrists 

Declared me insane 

 

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