Last night I tried my best to call my friend Sue
I didn’t have anything better to do
But not even once could I get through
It could be she’s sick with a dose of the flu
But I feel I’m being ignored, it seems to be true
But as to why that would be I haven’t a clue
All I know is that it’s making me blue
So today I took action, and right on cue
To pay Sue back was rightfully due
My attorney said “She won’t chat with you?
We’ll fix her little wagon, let’s sue Sue,
After which her dollars will be only a few”
Her cute face then would turn a bright red hue
And she would stick to me like Elmer’s glue
Sue’s not like some dumb monkey from the zoo
Surely she wouldn’t want a law suit to ensue
I’ll bet she’ll talk with me now. . . . Wouldn’t you?
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Poet’s Note: It won’t surprise you to learn this
poem is written in a style known as “monorhyme”,
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