Poems that rhyme and
are strategically timed
frustrate the hell out of me
I long for the wit
that would make me emit
on the page, writing clever and free
With words that make sense
when I try to commence
to describe the sky or sea
I hope to be blessed
with the poetical zest
to make my rhyming agree
Or the lyrical grace
to help me encase
the symptoms of human ennui
But I know in my heart
though I be smart,
that rhyming just isn’t for me
For* this* poem couldn’t be made
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
Poems that rhyme and
are strategically timed
frustrate the hell out of me
I long for the wit
that would make me emit
on the page, writing clever and free
With words that make sense
when I try to commence
to describe the sky or sea
I hope to be blessed
with the poetical zest
to make my rhyming agree
Or the lyrical grace
to help me encase
the symptoms of human ennui
But I know in my heart
though I be smart,
that rhyming just isn’t for me
For* this* poem couldn’t be made
without the helpful aid
of a rhyming dictionary
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