For many years i have been a rhyming buff
Just one who has written a whole heap of stuff
One ignored by the literary critics is how it seems to be
It was my love of rhyme made a rhymer of me
And suppose i will be rhyming until the day i do die
If i did tell you differently it would be a lie
I penned my first rhymes in nineteen seventy three
This is going back in time as most would agree
To those who ask why i keep on penning rhymes i do not pay any heed
Since they would not understand in me there is this need
Or perhaps an addiction for penning of rhyme
That does not seem to subside with the passing of time
With me it is an addiction in truth i can say
And i do not have the will to give rhyming away.
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