I never learned how to rhyme
So when it comes to poetry
That's definitely got to be a crime
I'd love to learn one day
And maybe I'll find some inspiration
Down by the bay
I've tried in the past
But it wasn't too much of a blast
Because it doesn't come to me that fast
However, I haven't gone down to the sea
Or even tried sitting under a tree
Maybe that might help me?
I'll sit in my throne so highly
Looking down at the paper so shyly
Trying to think of words that will make everyone so smiley
And even if I fail
I'll still treat myself to some well-earned ale
For trying to come up with this tiny little tale
Remember, I never learned how to rhyme
So bare with me
For taking on this climb
Shall I ever make something so sweet
As rhyming poetry
They'll probably all call me a cheat
I'll ignore the chatter
Because none of it will really matter
And my dreams will not shatter
For I know I am not meant to rhyme
And I now realize that it is most definitely not a crime
I was not meant for this
But for a moment, it was pure bliss
Maybe I'll try again soon,
But I doubt I'll be ready until late June
When the sun will kiss my skin
And my dress will give a beautiful spin
I'll have on the largest grin
Because that's when I'll be ready
And maybe my poetry will be more steady
Even though I never learned to rhyme
I think I might have done a good job this time
