My Rhyming Poem* Poem by Mrs. Cynosure

I am 55 and a little crazy,
If I stand up to fast things become a little hazy.

I need another line,
I am really in a bind.

So early in my rhyme,
I've really messed up this time.

Hey this is kinda fun,
Reminds me of good old days in the sun.

This time I have really lost my wits,
Man this surly is the pits.

Some day I'll get this down,
Or Saint will take me to the pound.

With blue juice he'll say,
Baby you just couldn’t rhyme so this is your day,

The day I do this often,
Is the day I lay in my coffin.

I hope all of this rhyme’s,
Because GOD knows I have tried 100 times.

I think I might have been a tard,
My first rhyming poem really wasn’t that hard.

(this goes to all my friends and readers on here to show you I really cant rhyme but this was fun maybe I will do it again I said maybe Saint Maybe lol... I Love you guys)