Poetry Should Rhyme:
I cannot for the life of me,
Compose a verse rhyming, A,B.
Try as I might the words will not,
Form coherently! ‘tis my sorry lot,
To watch them squirm and flail,
Trying to paint my image to be,
My wording will not inspiration curtail,
I long for my inner wordsmith to be free!
For shame you horrid beast,
You mock me, limit me,
You have robbed me of my release!
Here I work, busy busy bee,
And you care not, that art is not,
Bound by rules, tempestuous fiend!
You would see me starved, left to rot,
All because I’ll not conform to you.
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