I'D LOVE TO WRITE A POEM

I’d love to write a poem

A poem of my own

One which people want to read

So I’ll become well known.

I sit and stare into my screen

The words just fail to flow

I scratch my head and bite my nails

My poem just won’t grow.

The other day a line appeared

inside my fuzzy head.

But could I find some words to rhyme?

I wrote some prose instead.

‘The boy stood on the burning deck’

'Lonely goat herd, hills.’

‘Once more into the breach dear friends’

‘A host of golden daffodils’

If they can do it why can’t I?

It’s not for want of trying.

My friends can do it, it’s not fair

I think I feel like crying.

So let’s have a practice

find some words wot rhyme.

Let's try really really hard

And invest some time.

Bard, card, lard, yard, jarred?

Plop, hop, drop, cop, mop

Kite, white, fight, might, plight

Stop, crop, lop, bop, flop.

That didn’t help,

at least I tried

I don’t know what to do.

But wait a minute,

something stirred!

A feeling that’s quite new.

Here goes!

‘He gazed into her longing eyes

And saw inside her mind.

He gazed at her and realised

that he...he ....he.....’
Oh poo!

 I guess I’ll never make the grade

I’ll never be a bard.

Poetry is not my thing

It’s far too bloody hard!