I get these rhymes

going round in my head

especially at night

whilst I'm lying in bed


It is no joke

when I want to go sleep

'Cause I know if I do

the darn things won't keep


So I sit here writing

my eyes getting bleary

but I carry on

although I am weary


When the summertime comes

it is very much worse

'Cause even outside

I am thinking up verse


As I got older

I thought they would stop

I don't even like them

'Cause most of thems rot


I wish it would cease

all this rhyme in my brain

but that's hardly likely

as I sure I'm insane

The End

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