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A Baby For Poetry
The pen is my rattle
and I am the baby,
pacifier of words,
a soothing write? maybe.
After it all comes out
I may need a change,
some of my words
may smell a little strange.
Poetry is my challenge
and it can make me cry,
a bottle for my thoughts,
I'll give it another try.
A loss for words,
when it comes to rhyme,
ready for a burp,
and pooped all the time.
Worn out and tired,
I rub my weary eyes,
while down for a nap
I dream of better tries.
My poetry is simple,
I spit it up too easy,
I'll just keep on writing,
as it will keep me busy.
and I am the baby,
pacifier of words,
a soothing write? maybe.
After it all comes out
I may need a change,
some of my words
may smell a little strange.
Poetry is my challenge
and it can make me cry,
a bottle for my thoughts,
I'll give it another try.
A loss for words,
when it comes to rhyme,
ready for a burp,
and pooped all the time.
Worn out and tired,
I rub my weary eyes,
while down for a nap
I dream of better tries.
My poetry is simple,
I spit it up too easy,
I'll just keep on writing,
as it will keep me busy.
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A Baby For Poetry
A Baby For Poetry