Random Poem twenty five

Words buzzing about in the hive

Look at this rhyme, broadcasted live

Into poetry I made a dive

Poem twenty five

Calling Mr. Clive

Who made at me a jibe

Now, don't be so naive

Poem twenty five

Reached the quarter mile

All are in a pile

Gathered in a file

To wile away the time

To bring all a smile

Each for less than a dime

Now ain't that fine?