I was asked

to sharpen
my wit,
 and broaden
my ambit

To train my guns
 polish my puns
no monks and nun
 some serious fun

Not just stand and stare
you should fume and flare
twist  your tale
wage some battle

fire your
imagination
and garner
fame , recognition

Rake in the moolah
write some hoopla
make your words
dance the hoop hula

crack the whip
do the slip- trip
learn some new trick
else you're a freak

If you carry
on in this vein
no one will tarry
no one will rein

the effort is in vain
i'm afraid it is
there is no gain
without any pain

So , no more plain
verse
the voice terse
told me to train

sepoys out of saints
and fireworks out of frizzle
no more rain and drizzle
write stuff that sizzles

scorches and burns
enough of your balm
we need some hot buns
not your verdant calm