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This is a bad poem
Which probably won't rhyme.
'Cos I'm hurriedly scribbling
Down each simple line.
It's not about joy
And it's not about rage -
Just the simple wee job
Of covering each page!
I try writing good poems -
I try all the time
But the best ones I've read
Have NEVER been mine!
I keep getting ideas
Which I try writing down
But the words in my head
They just go round and round!
Perhaps it's this paper
Or maybe it's my pen
But once I start writing
I just can't think again!
So I scribble down words
With no meaning or form
They have no sense of reason
Nor a wish to conform!
I won't make a fortune
From writings like this
So I've made the decision
To give poetry a miss
And take up the fiddle
And make music my life
Or just look for a lover
Who wants a good wife!
So - this very bad poem,
Which doesn't quite rhyme
Is that last that I'll write
For a very long time!
So - If anyone reads this
Each line and each letter -
I hope you're inspired -
To try and do better!
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