'Rhymeless', a poem by BuddyBlack
Oh,
The words
That do
Not rhyme,
Fill and
Clutter
Up my
Mind.
I've searched,
And searched,
But still
Can't find,
Two simple
Words
That tend
To rhyme.
The poetic
Pen
I often
Use,
Is void
Of rhyme,
And dry
Of muse.
So here
I sit
And quietly
Wait,
Perhaps my
Mind
Will take
The bait,
And send
Me words
That often
Rhyme,
Before I
Loose
My rhymeless
Mind.
Oh,
The words
That do
Not rhyme,
Fill and
Clutter
Up my
Mind.
I've searched,
And searched,
But still
Can't find,
Two simple
Words
That tend
To rhyme.
The poetic
Pen
I often
Use,
Is void
Of rhyme,
And dry
Of muse.
So here
I sit
And quietly
Wait,
Perhaps my
Mind
Will take
The bait,
And send
Me words
That often
Rhyme,
Before I
Loose
My rhymeless
Mind.
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