Rhyming Poetry

This poem is one I wrote at least seven years ago, but I always liked its whimsicality.

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I’m horrible at writing rhyming poetry. 

I tried it once and failed, you see. 

I climbed many an eloquent tree 

To grab that elusive singsong soliloquy. 

Matching tails of verses evaded 

Yet my breath was always bated 

I pined and counted hours and waited 

For a muse–my writing to be aided. 

At last, long cloud-covered day ended 

My wordsmith spirit undefended 

A rhyme on paper was thus pended 

Until dawn, from sleep I was up-ended… 

And in the face of sun that shines, 

I found, written in my hand, these lines 

What grace from Euterpe this page divines 

Maybe I can rhyme sometimes. 

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