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Nine syallables from a failed poet

Nine Syllables from a failed poet

A poem , each line nine syllables,
Is the task I have set for myself,
To rhyme would be quite incredible,
I pray not to embarrass myself.

So, here goes .My pen it is waiting,
for inspiration to strike my mind,
Oh God, this is really frustrating
I’m counting on my fingers each time

No, Wait I think something is coming
Almost, I was a syllable shy,
I’ll try it again in the morning,
And to this I shall turn a blind eye

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So It’s Wednesday now, nice and early,
And I’m ready to make a fresh start,
This can’t be so tough can it ?,surely,
I’m quite clever, it won’t be that hard.

So I’m here thirty minutes later,
Fuck all this!, I can’t think, my head pounds,
Not the poetic gladiator,
I’m a failure, I’ve let myself down

I should have tried this as a Fusion,
I could really do with the support
To think I tried this in seclusion
Too much for me, I’ll have to abort