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I write a rhyme
It is no crime
For a good time
The time is fine
I scribble a line
And have some wine
I do not whine
I do not pine
I just give sign
Tell no lie
Look poem in eye
And then i sigh
And then i cry
Me, myself and I

I need pie
Before i write
It is tight
Poem is trite
I will blight
And then fight
Out of sight
There is light
It is bright
But my plight
Is nigh
Is high
I will try
My new tie
My new tithe
My new style
Gives a sty
My oh my

Meanwhile
I am not Wright
A playwright.
I am not white
Being my kind
In my mind
Gone a mile
In a pile
It is nice
Like Indian rice
With spice
But mice
And lice
In frozen ice
Poem dies


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COMMENTS
Evelyn Judy Buehler 04 March 2021
Nice rhyming and very entertaining.
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Varsha M 04 March 2021
Hahaha yeah Indian rice especially brown rice very tasty with meen curry in coconut milk and puli
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Deluke Muwanigwa 04 March 2021
Yah, Indian rice is nice rice good price no lie. Thank you.
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Varsha M 04 March 2021
In poetic voice, this is precise; human efforts tries, even if it's in disguise. Well rhyming. Is Indian rice some special.
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