Panda

Silly panda, pandas don't write poetry!

There was a panda.
His name was Manda.
He could not hold a rhyme.

Yet he stood proud.
He spoke out loud.
Still not holding a rhyme.

He failed once more,
his concentration sore.
He still can’t hold a rhyme.

At his failure, he conceded.
For his best attempt was defeated.
He accepted not holding a rhyme.

The panda, now at his prime,
walking and taking his time,
could still not hold a rhyme.

Oh, wait.