Rhyming Curse
I think my problem’s getting worse.
My every thought is thought in verse.
This habit’s now become a curse.
It happens all the time.
Each word inside me rattles round.
It plays with pattern, rhythm, sound
and won’t come out until it’s found
a perfect one to rhyme.
I wish I knew the way to mend
this most excruciating trend.
Just when will this affliction end?
What happens if it grows?
It’s shown no signs of stopping yet.
If I go on like this I bet
my brain will very soon forget
the way to think in prose.
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Great, Jenny!
Thank you for your comment on my poem. Sorry about the late response but I’m only just getting used to the whole blog process.
What a wonderful poem, Jenny. I really related to the dilemma.
Thank you for your comment. It’s always rewarding to find someone relating to your words.
It’s a good poem, Jenny, and it’s true. When you’ve been stuck in poetry mode for a while, it’s hard to switch to prose. Same thing applies if you’ve been writing plays
. At least for me.