Not a Poet
When you cannot rhyme
And the words are too few,
Now then, I guess it’s story time.
Go on pick up a pen, a blank book,
Scribble upon a page or two
To find a new hook –
Something that might bring cheer,
Something to make the time fly.
Come on, there is nothing to fear;
For a writer is like a poet,
Chasing each thought passing by,
They just don’t likely know it.