Quite the poet
I have become quite the poet
Wouldn't you know it
Rhyming is my thing
but words I can not sing
The words I do say
just seem to pay
Rhymes forming in my head
As I go off to bed
Words coming faster then I can write
now is my plight
pen and paper in hand
Is almost to much to stand
Wouldn't you know it
Rhyming is my thing
but words I can not sing
The words I do say
just seem to pay
Rhymes forming in my head
As I go off to bed
Words coming faster then I can write
now is my plight
pen and paper in hand
Is almost to much to stand
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