A Poem From Leah Poem by Martin Greyford

I'm not good at rhyming.
I guess I just have to keep trying.
What it be on, though?
That, I really don't know.

Whatever I choose I must have passion.
Could it possibly be the latest fashion?
There's no way that's true.
How should I think this through?

Should I take a break?
And grab a piece of cake?
No. If I do, I might never come back.
I'd never give this poem another whack.
Wait a minute, I'm already done.
Now I'll go and have some fun.