No Hurries, No Worries

As I think about it, it's only fair that Matt should get the electric chair. In three minutes of time, I wove pure gold and waited several weeks to be told. Seriously, I have him to thank for not telling me my poem stank. We should find it in our hearts to forgive. Oh, the ignominy he must outlive. I must kindly thank him, before I'm done for his contests, creative and fun. Here it is, Matt! Here's my latest rhyme. Have mercy on me and take your time.