Writer's Whispers

Trying to rhyme

I wanted to rhyme,

So I pondered a topic for sometime.

But to no avail,

And then I thought of a veil,

Realised that this poem lacked a meter,

And suddenly, I remembered St Peter -

Ain't he the guy at the pearly gates?

I've got a lot of mates,

Who think that I'm funny,

And some girls wish they could call me honey.

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I wanted to rhyme,

Because I don't like lime,

But I decided to go with the flow,

And I'm rhyming like I'm on death's row,

I hope this isn't annoying to you,

Because it's quite entertaining to do.

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But I suck at rhyming,

And I'm gifted with bad timing,

So I'll just end it here,

Or there...

This poem has no meaning,

But thanks for reading!