You shouldn't read this poem because
  It's just a waste of time,
A jumbled bit of gibberish
  With here and there a rhyme,
Insipid, silly, insincere,
And so distressing to the ear
They shouldn't even print it here,
  It ought to be a crime.

It's dangerous to read this poem;
  It might just make you ill.
And once you're sick of poetry
  There isn't any pill
To soothe your head or calm your fits.
Your skin falls off in little bits.
Why, in the worst of cases it's
  Been even known to kill!

So stop your reading now, before
  Your vision grows unsteady,
And toss the poem aside, or tear
  The page into confetti.
Jump up and run outside to play,
Or tell a joke to Uncle Ray,
Or send a valentine to–Hey,
  Stop reading it already!