For the Sake of Rhyme

I have some info to dissipate It took me a decade to collate And now it’s yours for free After this exposure I will flee To a faraway country I will work in an infamous pantry There I will fall off the radar Never leaving my door ajar Lest they track me down And bring me back to town The info is highly classified It will leave some of you mystified Maybe you should stop right here Take a deep breath and call your dear Start making plans for a possible emigration Collect a lot of stuff for this relocation Because once you get to know You and I need to flow I don’t intend to make you feel scared I only plan to make you feel dared Daring enough to read to the end Then I will have to commend What I have is something unheard of That’s why many of my friends call me Prof Not because I possess so much knowledge But because I always seem to encourage This poetry is simply for the sake of rhyming And I hope I have done justice with relation to the timing Many things didn’t go too well in the previous year But in all that I had someone to call me dear Who stood by me when things were not so rosy And offered enough counsel to make life a bit cosy It’s been a while since I put pen to paper Not because my ideas were in danger… Danger of a possible extinction But because I have been busy with this collation Alas I have nothing for you I only lied to make this poem feel true Also to grab your attention to this very end I believe many of you do comprehend