from 14 Feb 2013 - Valentine’s Day
(inspired by a friend's gift of a cartoon calendar note, featuring "Maxine" saying, "There is a poet within me trying to find words that rhyme with ‘crap’.")
I must say at the start, you are full of hot crap
When I want your opinion, I’ll ask you, you sap
But until that time comes, why, it don’t take no map
To point out the deficiencies riddling your pap
With a brain that’s hard-wired (and because you’re no chap)
An attempt to stop talking would make your mind snap
From the morn until sundown I hear your lips flap
And am mightily tempted to give them a slap
But you just might consider that too light a rap
So a much better choice is a ball with a strap
If I’m still too unclear ‘bout your constant "yap, yap"
Let me say it out plain… here it goes…
Shut Yer Trap!.