Warmaisach
Gone are the days of reading free The stories now are pay to see And while I know there is a pass It cannot sate the lad or lass Who allow a lot of time to read And devour tales with growing speed Sadly I must bid adieu And leech off of somebody new Well, I liked what I had read But not enough to spend my bread My free passes are all accounted for To stories, that, I just liked more That is not meant to be a diss And I know I’ll not be missed I just needed to say goodbye And with this poem I say why