By The Bug Of Rhyme Poem by Francis Duggan

By The Bug Of Rhyme



So much rhyming stuff down the years i have written
By the bug of rhyme i must have been bitten
In nineteen seventy three at twenty seven i became a rhymer
And at sixty six to many i am seen as an old timer
Perhaps my calling in life till i die i will follow
An old fashioned rhymer from distant Duhallow
A rhymer may not be seen as worthy of literary merit
But this is the gift in life i did inherit
I will go on rhyming i am not a quitter
And at lack olf success i have never felt bitter
As a young man i daydreamed of literary glory
Though others to tell have a similar story
And by the bug of rhyme i must have been bitten
Since so much rhyming stuff down the years i have written.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: rhyme
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