Perfect Rhyme
PERFECT RHYME
All things can tempt me from the discipline
Of writing poetry; is this a sin?
Sometimes the perfect rhyme won’t come to me
And so I go and make a cup of tea,
Raid the biscuit tin, cream ones are the best,
Then out into the sun to take a rest.
The next-door neighbour chats across the wall
And I don’t think of poetry at all.
I sit and bask in sunshine for a time.
Then, out of nowhere, comes that perfect rhyme
25th February 2020
All Things Can tempt Me contest
Sponsor - Beth Evans
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2020
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