So I decided that I’d like to write
A few iambic lines each day for fun.
“It couldn’t hurt,” I thought, “and it just might
Help my creative juices start to run.”

The first thing that I wrote was called “To Rob”—
A tongue-in-cheek epistle to the thief
Who stole me and transformed me from a slob
Into a man. It’s fine. Like this, it’s brief.