A thing I’m dubious about
Is ‘dubious’ as theme,
Although there can be little doubt
It popular may seem.
In Frank Sinatra style,
Night Stranglers to make furious
At Halloween, a while?
Then, ‘Do-be, or not do-be’ -us,
Is Shakespeare’s little lot –
A question posed to make a fuss
When head-cold you have got!
To speak of which, I do have one:
Was dubious I’d live;
Though loads of Anti-Bs aren’t fun
At least more life they give!
I should consume such things before,
And not self-medicate,
But taking them I do abhor,
So left it rather late.
But though from off our mortal coil
Due, be us, that we go,
Such ABs still the scythe will foil,
And leave us yet on show.
Dew, bee is sure on plants to find
To block his pollen route,
Be sure, though, that bees do not mind,
As through the dew they shoot.
By keeping in a boring rut
I avoid temptation:
Dubious I may well be, but
Not my reputation!
© Colonialist November 2013 (WordPress)