I write rhyming verse for my own pleasure; I've done it since childhood. But I do feel rather sad to think that poetry should be a matter of fashion!
When I'm faced with a word like 'platitude'
I feel overcome with gratitude.
To think that I can have the latitude
To write with my normal rhyming attitude.
Verse that rhymes is out of fashion,
Though I enjoy it with a passion.
Wordsworth and Keats are cast aside
Where once they were a nation's pride!
Yes, I'm aware that rhyming verse
Is considered, by some, as rather worse
Than jingles in a birthday card!
So life for me is rather hard!
So, here goes, I'll do my best
To put my poecy to the test.
Take the same word and turn and twist it.
(Let's hope there are those who can't resist it!)
So say it
In your own words.
Let the untidy jumble
Fall from trembling lips.
Never use the words of others
To break my heart
Into a thousand jagged pieces.
Found in some other gutter.
Dredged up to placate me.
Copied from TV programs
And chickflick books.
At least let me have honesty,
But newly minted.
Let them be honest
If nothing else was.
(PLEASE don't take me seriously!)