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I’d love to write a poem
A poem of my own
One which people want to read
So I’ll become well known.
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I sit and stare into my screen
The words just fail to flow
I scratch my head and bite my nails
My poem just won’t grow.
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The other day a line appeared
inside my fuzzy head.
But could I find some words to rhyme?
I wrote some prose instead.
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‘The boy stood on the burning deck’
‘Lonely goat herd, hills.’
‘Once more into the breach dear friends’
‘A host of golden daffodils’
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If they can do it why can’t I?
It’s not for want of trying.
My friends can do it, it’s not fair
I think I feel like crying.
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So let’s have a practice
find some words wot rhyme.
Let’s try really really hard
And invest some time.
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Bard, card, lard, yard, jarred?
Plop, hop, drop, cop, mop
Kite, white, fight, might, plight
Stop, crop, lop, bop, flop.
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That didn’t help,
at least I tried
I don’t know what to do.
But wait a minute,
something stirred!
A feeling that’s quite new.
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Here goes!
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‘He gazed into her longing eyes
And saw inside her mind.
He gazed at her and realised
that he…he ….he…..’.
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Oh pooo!
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 I guess I’ll never make the grade
I’ll never be a bard.
Poetry is not my thing
It’s far too bloody hard!
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