Getting Worse Verse

The lowering of hope with the passing of time
Led to the ineffectual habit of writing rhyme
And once hooked I quickly became stuck
Even poetically I ran out of luck

I wriggled I squiggled I thought really hard
But I hate to admit I am no bard
I guess I have what they call the writer’s block
Where you sit and stare at the passing of the clock

Hoping you catch the muse again by its tail
Ride the surf some more and do not fail
This poem is getting bad I must be getting on your nerve
I am going off on a tangent on the poetic curve

Well I guess I must then stop I am out of words
And throw this limerick out for the birds
Again I apologize for wasting your time
Poets after all are a dozen per dime

But if in spite of that if I gave you some relief
From the daily mundanity and its accompanying grief
Don’t thank me then just thank the muse
I just play with words having nothing to lose.

From the e-book In Case I Dont See You Again

Author: Ajay Ohri

3 thoughts on “Getting Worse Verse”

  1. Kush-dad…..Well, I liked it; it may be because it reminds me of my own attempts at poetry. However, it is much better than most of mine. It may not meet your standards of quality, but it’s well within mine….keep on keepin’ on, young paduan….

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