I Don't Do Poetry

I don't do poetry

I can tell you this stoically

Never noted in prose

The beauty of a rose

Or the trees or wind

That blows in my mind

On the page I see poems

And my brain says 'no'

Yet here I am giving it a go

I don't got no rythym

You can laugh at my rhymes

But no one can tell me

I didn't have a try

The End

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