Whimsical Rhyme

a reluctant poet returns after a time

he chooses to type a lyrical rhyme

while all around him on corporate time

people hurry about scooping nickels and dime

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one must write poetry from time to time

lest one lose practice in the art of rhyme

I could write better perhaps you want to chime

this poem aint good its a crime

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so one breaks step and decides to go

takes a breath while typing fingers slow

trying to make sense yes or no

before the reader bolts out the door