A Rhyme a Day
My head is ringing every day,
with all the words I need to say.
All I ever think is rhyme,
happens to me all the time!
I’m finding rhymes in all I see,
I’m in a matrix of poetry!
Am I mad I have to vent?
My disillusions, my discontent.
Then again, an upbeat theme,
so many topics I want to scream!
I’ll even write about a snail
or come to that my big toe nail.
My wife asks what I’d like for lunch,
I reply ‘something with a punch’
‘You’re off again for goodness sake!’
but it was a perfectly innocent mistake.
Is every poet just the same?
We play this idiotic game,
where everything we ever think,
we have no choice but to ink.
Copyright © Ronald D Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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