Rhyme-Monger
Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3891 reads)Most everyday like egg I lay
A lyric smooth,
Of even time and ready rhyme,
My skill to prove;
I ponder it as snug I sit
In book-lined den,
And when it's done to lunch I run
Like clucking hen.
When I immerse myself in verse,
Pursuing rhyme,
Life's fuss and fret I fain forget,
So speeds the time.
The Muse incites the man who writes
Sweet words to clink,
And to him sings delightful things
He failed to think.
A verse a day keeps care away
And happy I'm
To count with lip and finger tip
Syllabic chime;
And having laid my egg and made
My lyric drive,
I park my pen, so happy when
A poem I've.
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