Whenever I feel really up

And life is fulfilling and fine

You can bet something new comes along

To make vinegar out of my wine.

I feel just like Gilbert and S

With a list of pet peeves made of bronze

But don’t fret, I won’t read it all now

I’ll abbreviate just for the nonce.

I’ll read from the bottom to top

I’ll save the best stuff for the last.

It’s confusing I have to admit

Like the problem of cast vs caste.

            The last gripe I have to read first

            (Just to flummox particular folks)

            It’s the show-off who reads us his poems

            Then he stops while he laughs at his jokes.

            The middle pet peeve on my list

            (See I promised to keep this poem short)

            Is the people who want you for free

            Or a pittance for pay … What a sport!

            The pet peeve that’s truly the worst

            The one going straight to my gut.

            I argue and think that I’ve won it

            Amazed, I hear you say “Yes but….”

            Oh, just one more thing I forgot

             (Brevity is not my strong suit)

            When I struggle for meter and rhyme

            With a smile you call my poem … “cute.”

I’ve probably angered you all

Indignant, you say …  “Dare she share it!”

But if you object to this patterI suggest … if the shoe fits … just wear it.