A Poem by Thayne Whipple
Rhyme On
Sep 22, 2015
A poet doesn't always know
Just what he wants to write.
He often will just ramble on -
A tragic sort of plight.
Just what he wants to write.
He often will just ramble on -
A tragic sort of plight.
What should be said in just one word
He might jot down in ten.
And as his aim he only might
On paper try to pen:
He might jot down in ten.
And as his aim he only might
On paper try to pen:
A bit of miscellan’ous rhyme
Perhaps he'll use another time.
Perhaps he'll use another time.
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