I am one of those blokes who with words like to play
One addicted to rhyming I rhyme every day
Anybody can rhyme with that most would agree
It comes easy to you and it comes easy to me
When young I used to daydream that I would be a poet
A person well worthy of literary note
But daydreams as we know do seldom come true
And we receive from life what is only our due
I am one who loves Nature and I feel happy to say
That this is my gift I am blessed in this way
For the beauty she possesses one her has to admire
And of singing her praises I never do tire
I am one of those people addicted to rhyme
But suppose in itself that is never a crime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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