The Poet
I am good at what I do,and what I do is write
But now my talent has given me a fright
cause I went around town boasting and bragging
And this set the king to nagging
Seems the jolly fellow loves a good rhyme
but cannot find someone to write them all the time
Now being as I said I was the best
he is putting me to the ultimate test
now if I don't write a rhyme afore morning's first light
then it will be me that the exocutioner will smite
At first I listened in total disbelief
as he challenged me,while chewing a tobacco leaf
Now looking through the bars at the block stained red
I realize if I don't come up with a rhyme,it's off with my head
But as the sun sinks low in the western skies
my pen slowly dies.......
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