Here's a poem I found and liked.

Peas
by Anonymous

I always eat peas with honey,
I've done it all my life.
They do taste kind of funny,
But it keeps them on the knife.


Now THAT'S poetry!

Here's part of another.

Qwerty-U-I-OP
by Arthur Guiterman

My typewriter, I gather
from her lettered row on top,
Should answer to the comely name
of "Qwerty-u-i-op."
She clicks away as gaily
as the cricket in the dell.
And at the proper moment
titinabulates a bell.

And it goes on...