While trying to write a line or two
the way that poets are meant to do,
I struggle hard to find a rhyme
and usually get one - just in time.
Rhythm also causes trouble,
Why can't verses flow and bubble?
Maybe I should pack it in
Throw my poems in the bin.
I wish the muses would be kind
and make it so that I could find
the words I need, so full of power
that lift my poems and make them tower.
But they're so bad, I think they all
should be consigned to the toilet wall
where people who have time to spare
could read them through without a care.