My Poems Drive Me Crazy
I sort of love how this one turned out....
My poems drive me crazy
They always have to rhyme
I write them when I’m lazy
And when I’ve got no time
Like verses made for children
All singsongy and cute
I keep going even when
They aren’t a bit astute
Why can’t I stop this madness?
This rhyming in my head
“Talent” I cannot suppress
Even when I go to bed
I try to stop, no really
At times I truly do
Unless, that is, you silly
I think of something new
Sorry for the name-call there
I didn’t mean no harm
Don’t be angry; please don’t glare
See, rhyming is my charm
What else would go with “really”
And fit this ode of mine?
Billy? Lily? Chilly?
Nah, “silly” works just fine
I think it’s time to end this
I’ve started to digress
I would be a bit remiss
To go on with this mess
Thus I bid goodbye, adieu
Until we meet again
A captive of my work are you
And I, the warden pen.
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My poems drive me crazy
They always have to rhyme
I write them when I’m lazy
And when I’ve got no time
Like verses made for children
All singsongy and cute
I keep going even when
They aren’t a bit astute
Why can’t I stop this madness?
This rhyming in my head
“Talent” I cannot suppress
Even when I go to bed
I try to stop, no really
At times I truly do
Unless, that is, you silly
I think of something new
Sorry for the name-call there
I didn’t mean no harm
Don’t be angry; please don’t glare
See, rhyming is my charm
What else would go with “really”
And fit this ode of mine?
Billy? Lily? Chilly?
Nah, “silly” works just fine
I think it’s time to end this
I’ve started to digress
I would be a bit remiss
To go on with this mess
Thus I bid goodbye, adieu
Until we meet again
A captive of my work are you
And I, the warden pen.
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