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Ballade of Rhyme

As funds grow low I guess I could  
go back to work to earn some more,  
C.V's in rhyme? Misunderstood!  
Those philistines have no rapport.  
So, sell myself, a torrid whore?  
(I'd not get much for what I've got)  
would punters beat paths to my door?  
I'll write my rhymes I like that not!  
 
Even when I've been very good  
I have to write to creditors,  
I plead " my youth, my livelihood "  
in rhyme, but, they know the score  
and soon bailiffs are at my door,  
they take my rhymes, it's all I've got  
(silly fools I'll just pen some more!)  
 
But writing to those I have loved  
my pen shows for sure I adored,  
I write to heart strings I have tugged,  
I write and write then write some more  
to beg ten-spots or score a score  
I wait and wait for, not a lot,  
they broke or begs of mine ignored  
but, I'll cadge in rhyme rather than not.  
 
When I'm dead and write no more  
(I guess I'm penned by some full stop)  
have on my tombstone these words scored  
"I lived my rhymes but, now, I'm not..."
Written by Rew
Published | Edited 6th May 2024
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