Just a Verse

Just a Verse

It surely can’t get any worse

Sometimes a blessing and a curse
Despite in knowledge I immerse
Mental word rhymes I rehearse
It just won’t work; I can’t coerce
My mind in flight a wet traverse
It’s something really quite perverse
My predicament in being terse
It’s getting hard to intersperse
Rhyming words that are diverse
Without becoming nonsense verse
Me, myself and I converse
I  can’t agree, my self’s converse
White flag arise I’m in reverse
Of poetry I’m just averse