The rain gets deeper in my gutter
where the leaves were all a clutter.
I put my ladder upon the eave
and then I really began to heave
all of those rotten leaves way down
but fell and broke my pumpkin crown.
The water filled my water spout
and washed an itsy spider out.
He bit on me with all its might
to pay me back for his web site
that washed away down the drain
and caused him much unbearable pain.
He crawled up one side, down the other
and said, I will tell you brother
since you heaved a gutter of clutter
that left my web afloat and flutter,
you could post me on a site
where I could get in a forum fight
and sting the dickens out of those
who write their poems in icky prose.