I must confess
When in my writing den
More times than not
I rely on my little friend
My Muse and I
Hard at work
Searching for rhymes
Then finally, to my last resort
My little rhyming book
Comes out to save the day
I start flipping the pages
And there, a rhyme to say
You either use it or don’t
Rhyming is not for everyone
But if your Muse calls for it
It will be done
It’s served me well
When my brain in a fog
Trying to think of a rhyme
My mind like the city smog
Is it cheating?
Well, I don’t know
Define cheating
Maybe ask Edgar Allen Poe
Oh well, no loss
Don’t think the poem will care
Let’s see where it lands
If I toss it up in the air
Well, that isn’t so bad
For the extra minute it took
Easily worth the effort
My little rhyming book
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