Bad words
The poetry I write is bad. The rhymes I make are pretty sad. But I am compelled,
I must(!) I must(!)
Or the poetry part of me will bust! What fate is this! Which be-falls me? It's not a pretty way to be. I yearn to write some verse that's nice But mediocrity must suffice. It is a curse, a cross I bear It isn't right! It's just not fair!
This verse is at an end; it's due!
So thanks, goodnight, and please don't boo.
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