The urge to write rhymes in me remains ever strong
Wherever i go to my pen and notebook with me goes along
Call me a scribbler of doggerel or call me what you may
I am one of those blokes who write rhymes every day
Just one ageing migrant from near far away Millstreet Town
Suppose i will die as i live a stranger to renown
I began penning rhyme in my physical prime
And this is going back some four decades in time
I have never laid claim to the title of poet
Nor am i one worthy of literary note
I am just a rhymer my sort are not few
And this is not saying anything that is new
With rhyming words one who just loves for to play
I add to my numbers of rhymes every day.
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