There was once, a girl called Srividya
who ended conversations with a "see yea"
and sometimes with, "Don't wanna be yea"
but had a gentle heart like Mamma mia!


She took it in her head to write
which gave her friends a fright
But, vidya in her heart, was tight
to somehow pour her mind and write


Words from her heart, upon the paper, fell
they came in a tumble; they came pell-mell
when they fell in place, her story, they did tell
and those read said in their hearts, Aawll eezz well!!!


A persistent Vidya never gave up hope
and found some more, when she ran out of rope
She took inspiration from the divine Pope
and in her works, introduced a little operaish soap


Day after day, dawn after dawn
Little srividya wrote like a fawn
She said to herself, lighting the midnight candle on
'Course you can write; you just need to COME ON!


For her words, she used the iambic pentameter
But her cruel friends said, "eyyy, podhum paa peter!"
Her consistent efforts bore fruit; her blog was published
seeing her beautiful works see the light of day, she felt accomplished


Oh you might wonder, what does this tale tell
what is the idea, I'm trying to sell
without much ado, let me just say
A little encouragement goes a long way!

I'd totes write to you
the sweetest poem to grace your ears
but my diction and lack of rhythm
leave something to be desired

I do admire the words,
their cadence and flow
and wish I could piece them together
to tell you how much I love you

but I have this rule of thumb see,
press the enter key and move on.
it will sound kind of poetic.
Even though I just kind of drone
on and on and on.