Addicted to rhyming i pen rhymes every day
It is something that if i even wanted to i could not give away
I have been a rhymer since nineteen seventy three
The bug of the rhymer is living in me
In seventy three i was in my physical prime
And this is going back more than four decades in time
And though my best years of life in the forever gone
I live for to rhyme one reason i rhyme on
To pen rhymes it is easy as easy as can be
Cow rhymes with sow and bee rhymes with tree
As a young man i daydreamed of becoming a poet
Quite a famous person one of literary note
But daydreams are just that as the wise one does say
Though i do enjoy rhyming and i rhyme every day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Since 73 a rhymer you be your written words your friends cherish thee