Lame Days and Poems

My days are mostly uneventful now that summer has started. Here, I even wrote a poem about it:

My days are lame
and so is this poem
because it doesn't
rhyme.

But lots of poems
don't rhyme.
Teachers all say
they have meter.

I'm going to say
this has meter too
and leave it to "experts"
to divine my hidden meaning.

So, didja like it? Work of brilliance, I assure you. And so will those experts; they love finding brilliance where the poet him/herself will just say he/she just wrote whatever.

I think I've dazzled the public enough for one day. If I continue this post much longer, you won't be able to handle my geniusness.

So, until tomorrow!