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I'm not a poet, now you'll know it. |
| Write a line of prose I can Do with no stress or strain But when I sit to write a poem A frost forms on my brain A story flows from my head Like the deluge of a river My fingers can’t keep pace with The thoughts my mind deliver Stanza and rhyme get in the way Of a good tale to tell, but When I try to put it in verse I feel like I’m writing in Hell Iambic pentameter, dactylic tetrameter It’s all Greek to me Poetry is much too technical Simplicity, must be the key Rhyming words is hard to do It takes cunning and takes wit I have a thought and type it out But the rhymes refuse to fit A poem should sing, a poem should flow Like a sweet song in a breeze But every poem I try to pen It sings with a rasping wheeze I can’t write a poem it seems It is just not in the cards I’ll stick to writing stories And leave the poems to the bards |