I am no poet

I am no poet
My ryhmes are simple
I don't draw picures in your mind
I'm like an annoying pimple
Angry, hateful, sad and sorrow
lovely, greateful, friendly, kind.

I don't pen amazing stories
I name things as they are
I have no plans to soothe your worries
I don't take you very far

There is no system to my rhyming
No desire to impress
a b a b, c , d , maybe?
All those rules just drive me crazy
All those rules - too much stress

That was a b c c b
I simply can not find the key
to an amazing moving verse.
But it librrates and sets me free
I could even swear and curse

Rhyming is like a jig-saw puzzle
Looking for the fitting piece
Trying, probing, going crazy
And then it fits - mind at ease.

I also find it therapeutic
to express emotions in a rhyme
Like listening to cubic music
Afterwards I'm feeling fine.

I am no poet
My rhymes are simple
Thanks for being kind
If I feel like a poets pimple
Please try a rhyme
and ease your mind.