Silliness

Well...I wanted to do something silly as I did, In writing a poem for this bid. It took but a TINY HERCULEAN try, All the while, I'm asking "Why?" I thought of writing about the time, When I didn't even have a dime. But then I realized how silly it would be, To write something, only about me. SO, SITTING and SMELLING the SWEET SEPAL, I decided not to write about me at all. Instead, while eating my JUMBO SHRIMP, I decided it would best to be an OVERGROWN IMP. Writing about the CARNATION CARRIED by the COURTIER, Who SANG his SONG SUCCESSFULLY to his SIRE. Oh, the WORDS that he WOULD WARBLE WISTFULLY, While the GREAT and GORGEOUS GREETED him GLEEFULLY. His CANTANKEROUS KING COMMONLY CAROUSED, Yet, only SONG SOOTHED him when his SHACKLED SEVERITY SEPIA aroused. Thus, often abed the king would go, His DARKNESS LIGHTENED by the SONG SANG SO. And if this silliness be not a poem the rules will fit, Maybe I should just lay down my pencil...and QUIT !!