This is my very humble attempt at this poetry...
Incas...

A secret society.
Assassins by trade...

Pitch tar black night.
Sharp cold winds blow...

I have for you a question - How do you keep my...
As the years they go by, my love for you will not...

My lazy ginger cat.
Sleeping in the autumn sun...

All manner of concoctions
In all sizes and shapes...

There was an old man from Scilly
Who ate nothing but chili...

Walking down the paths which our poetic fore...
We search for more words of wisdom...

Such twisted words with a forked tongue you say.
Diminishing others who stand in your way...

Is it part of his genetics.
That he should be splenetic...

An unwanted child
A gift to careless lovers...

Cast out from birth and so full of hurt.
You had no choice, you were sacrificed...