So raise a glass and say a toast,
And snort a bumper up our nose.
We write such poems, silly, boast,
Where rhyme and reason both oppose.

We weave through words with carefree art,
In verses wild, no fixed design.
A muddled rhythm, off the chart,
But still, we laugh, and feel just fine.

No rules to bind, no form to keep,
We let our thoughts run wild and free.
And though these lines may tumble deep,
They're ours to write—just wait and see.

So toast again and rhyme away,
Let nonsense dance, and let it stay.
For in these silly, reckless ways,
We find our joy, our love, our play

-M. S Chandler