With Rhyme Words Poem by Francis Duggan

With Rhyme Words



With rhyme words i am one who does love to play
And new rhymes do come to my mind every day
On notebook paper i pen them down
But never for money or for literary renown

Anybody can pen rhymes or so we are told
And rhymers never grow famous and wealthy they only grow old
On saying rhymers are many and poets are few
I am not telling you anything that is new

Though a harmless enough past time would you not agree
Addicted to rhyming i do seem to be
Just one of many my kind everywhere
There are millions like me in the big World out there

The weather is sunny and humid and warm near forty degrees
And even great warmth in the southerly breeze
That blow from the sea in the park by the bay
Too warm for to lay in the sunshine today

I have strayed one might say from the subject in rhyme
But this has happened to me many a time
On the subjects they write of rhymers thoughts tend to stray
From the point of the matter i too am this way

The day is sunny and humid the wind soughing in the trees
And the warm air full of the buzzing of bush flies and bees
A poem i would write of it were i a poet
But such a title reserved for those of literary note.

Sunday, September 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: rhyme
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