Sitting here with my pen and notebook and I can't seem to find the words,
I'm trying to write a knockout poem and am fixated about writing about the birds,
My pen keeps wandering off and doodling little faces,
A light turns on in my mind and i think many poetic traces.
None are good,
But none are bad,
None are immaculate,
Well - Maybe a tad.
It's tough writing the good poems,
I used to do it all the time,
But as days go on,
I just wish I could rhyme!
Cat, Bat, Mat, Sat,
Are all great rhyming words,
But nothing comes to my mind,
Accept the word turds.
If I could just write,
The way Forrester did,
Maybe I could get noticed in the world,
Like that other kid.
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If you started to think "Hey wheres the ending" this worked. I tried to do the impossible (for me) and give it a dull ending that leaves the reader standing still wondering what the heck hit him/her
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