My worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt
But were i a poet so much i could write about
I'd write of people love and life and in words Nature's praises i'd sing
And i'd not restrict my writings to any one thing
I'm an ordinary rhymer that and nothing more
That is something you may have heard me say before
For many years i have been a rhyming buff
And one might say i have written a whole heap of stuff
My best days in life to the forever gone
But as an addictive rhymer i keep penning on
I pay little heed to what to me they do say
Those who do advise me to give rhyming away
For i do enjoy writing of that why should i lie
And i hope to be penning till the day i do die.
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