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.