This is poem of a different style
To show why I can�t rhyme
After all this time
I should know how to while
I spend my days
In this strange phase
Of life where
I have so many cares
Large and small
Big and tall
Rhyming
Takes good timing
Which I am sorely lacking
And need help in practicing
Yea that didn't work right
But let�s not start a fight
You knew all along
This would sound so wrong
Like a retarded song
That won�t leave your head
Even when your lying in bed
Thinking about how you�ll laugh
When you read this draft
Makes me smile
And all the while
I�m taking the time
To show you I can�t rhyme
At all!
