It Was Love Of Rhyming

It was love of rhyming made a rhymer of me

And i penned my first rhymes in nineteen seventy three

When i was twenty seven a long time ago

Long before time it did become my foe

Twenty first century literary critics claim rhymers are unworthy of any literary note

And cannot even lay claim to the title of a minor poet

There were times when rhymers were of the admired of the town

But nowadays for them not even local renown

Screen writers, journalists, playwrights, modern poets, and novelists nowadays the literary in thing

And of the praises of rhymers anyone never sing

But despite what the literary critics do say

There will always be those who with rhyming words love to play

I am one of those people who enjoy penning rhyme

It is something i have been doing for quite a long time

If i did tell you differently it would be a lie

That i hope to be doing it until the day i do die.