I don't want to write more rhymes today,
my mind is wandering, starting to stray.
Decided to give up and maybe go play,
there's nothing more now that I want to say.
Maybe take a bath, "Calgon, take me away!"
I was hoping for sun, but skies are gray,
if I keep on rhyming, my nerves will fray.
Though, when I start rhyming, I usually slay.
But my mind keeps rhyming, please stop, I pray!
I'll just go crazy by end of the day.
Perhaps I'll load up some food on a tray,
pour me some wine with a fragrant bouquet.
Or maybe I'll eat at the local café,
or throw a new flowerpot with extra clay,
and fill it with flowers I'll put on display.
At least I'll forget about rhymes anyway.
It's best that my mind takes a nice holiday.
However, I worry my mind might decay.
Perhaps words of prose is what I'll now array,
I'll rhyme no more! Is that really, okay?
Feelings, without rhyme, I can't convey.
So, rhyming it is for me, now underway!
Writing in rhyme makes me happy and gay,
to rhyme is my calling, I must obey!
Perhaps I'll publish, would anyone pay?
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