Life and Rhymes of a Poet
The words and sentences I create
filling page after page with rhyme
but my stories tend to deviate
seen it before time after time
for work I am nearly always late
forever searching for that killer line
so much so, the boss can wait
chef just smiles and says it's fine
he's pretty cool, never does berate
i'm always ten minutes after nine
with bleary eyes and hair a state
I look a proper lazy swine
like a bowl of soup served on a plate
but can't you sense my divine?
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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