For years you have been a low brow rhyming buff
I can tell by your words you are not a nice man
Of my sort of rhyming she was not a fan
A highly respected poetess of the town
At her dismissal of my rhyming i felt a bit down
With her i did not argue though in her words she was not nice to me
In life you win some and lose some is how it seems to be
One i do not know well or often meet
Her words not encouraging though i copped it sweet
Five decades ago the young town rose
Time has made her bitter one has to suppose
In me and my rhyming she did have her say
I took it all in and went on my way.
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