Centurion

And now the time is near When I must write The hundredth version My friends, I make it clear That if my poems Should cause aversion I plan each line and verse Then post them on Internet’s highway Some may complain Or scream and curse But I write them my way Septolets, I did a few Some free verse too Was my intention I just write the way I do Purists may view With some dissension I must ask you to forgive If this short ode Should lack decorum But here it is My hundredth poem On this dear forum Yes there were rhymes I’m sure you knew When I missed off A beat or two Or made a mess Of my word count Used syllables Of the wrong amount That’s how it goes I took the blows And wrote them my way