Jorachim the Yorachim, builds his 'throne' high enough on to cast his
gaze down and all around
A little yorachim at the botom of this Lycaean pile whispers and frowns
'Build your throne upon our backs, but take turns, you should, I think.
We at the bottom, should have rights and be able to enjoy the view' he
winks.

Then the bottom yorachim sneezes, and the Lycaeans tumble to the ground
with yips and a loud 'thud'
Leaving poor Jorachim crownless
and flailing in the mud

Quick someone take away his glaive
Before he slaughters himself in his own pile of mess

Thank you, Dr. Suess, for your original rendition of Yertle the Turtle
Hopefully in his childhood, you did not make Jorachim hurl

Damnation of the wronged? It's been done before. Once a poet stated-

'O ME! O life!. . . of the questions of these recurring
Of the endless trains of the faithlessof cities filld with the foolish
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and
who more;faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the lightof the objects meanof the struggle
ever
renewd
Of the poor results of allof the plodding and sordid crowds I see around
me
Of the empty and useless years of the restwith the rest me intertwined
The question, O me! so sad, recurringWhat good amid these, O me, O life?

I can shed no tears for you Jorachim, unless it's Walt Whitman you
hated.

La da da dee dee da,
La da da dee dee da da dum
I am totally sure no one believes this crying poet is a hobo or a bum.

Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,
but the meanest thing that he ever did was
before he left he went and named me Sue.

Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke,
and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks,
it seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
and some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.

Shel Silverstein wrote this part of 'A Boy Named Sue'.
And somewhere I have a cassette of a very famous bard, the Man in Black
that could sing this poem to you 😉

If it's just poetry about relationships that you pick on, I point out
someone else you may know
Did you ever fancy him a romantic, Edgar Allen Poe?

'Dream Within A Dream'
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

If it's attention you accrue
It is what you will get
Though since you seem to despise such forms of poetry
And can't ever top any of the poems you degrade in this contest...
. . . I bet.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Ferinus, in the year 534 AD.