So many like me who does dabble in rhyme
Who have penned reams of stuff over decades of time
Who never will even know of local fame
This rhyming it is a 'hungry belly game'
We hear about poets they are born not made
But everyone welcome in the wordsmith trade
Few as we know does make the literary grade
And rhymers seem the quickest from the memory to fade
In this ever changing literary World of the twenty first century
At least anyway that's how it seems to me
Save for things like the bleating of a goat or the lowing of a cow
Few things that will not have changed in a century from now
And the non rhyming poets lauded by the literary critics of today
May well be one more literary memory in decay.