Writing Poetry

I appear to be a little stuck
My head is full of useless muck
For when it comes to poem writing
I find it far from delighting
When my words don't fit the rhyme
And I seem to waste all my time
Battling with poetic forms
And trying to break literary norms
As pretty as the words may seem
What I end up with makes me scream
It's like a microwave on overload,
My head is going to explode
If I can't get this poem written
My shrieks are heard all over Britain
As I bash my brains out on the wall
(Not that that does any good at all)

But for the next challenge I will brace
With pure dejection on my face
I've had it with this poem stuff
Blast these ballads, I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!

The End

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