I am just an aging bloke who with rhyme words likes to play
But for my rhyming efforts i do not receive any pay
Some tell me at rhyming i should call it a day
But what i enjoy doing why should i give away
The rhyming bug it is embedded in me
I have been penning stuff since nineteen seventy three
In years this is going back decades ago
And this thing known as time it has become my foe
I have never pretended for to be a poet
Nor am i one worthy of literary note
Though no shortage of things for to write rhymes about
My worth as a rhymer i always do doubt
Of my rhyming addiction i will never be free
And a rhymer at best is the best i can be.
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