My rhymes i email to an internet site
But it is not for money or fame i do write
I suffer of a rhyming addiction the urge to rhyme in me is strong
To a dying breed of poetasters i do belong
I used to daydream i would become a poet
One looked on as worthy of literary note
But daydreams are just that and seldom come true
And from life we receive what from life we are due
For many years i have been a rhyming buff
And i have penned heaps and heaps of rhyming stuff
The rhymes keep coming to me on notebook i pen them down
The last rhyming poetatster of the rural town
My better days to the forever are gone
But for as long as i can do i will keep rhyming on.
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