I tried
to write a poem
one
fine evening, whilst at home.
I tried
to do it properly
but the
rhymes just wouldn’t come.
Ideas swirled
around my brain.
My head
began to ache.
My heart
beat ever faster
as I
twirled on my moustache.
“Oh
what am I to do?” I thought.
“I don’t
mean to be anal,
but
writing rhymes is hard, you see,
it all seems
rather banal.”
I
really tried to concentrate.
I tried
to think this through
but I
started to get giddy.
I was
feeling very rough.
“What shall
I do now?” I asked.
My
stanzas numbered five.
My energy
had been sapped out.
I gave
all I could give.
Eventually
I packed it in,
my mood
was far too low.
I’d tried
to make my poem rhyme
but I
did not know how.
