I never claimed I was a poet.
I have no gift for rhyme.
My verse is often corny,
The rhythms not in time.
And yet it sometimes happens,
When it does, it's quite a shock,
That the rhyming then comes easy,
And I cannot seem to stop.
But when the feeling hits me,
And my rhyming skills shine bright,
Though I now have the ability,
I can think of nothing to write!
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