I sat down again to write yet more verse,
Because my latest efforts have been dull,
I hoping that this effort isn’t any worse,
As the thoughts machine clunks loud in my skull,
While the process starts, words float in the air,
And I try to assemble them with rhymes,
It’s like: this one here and that one goes there,
I scrap it and start again many times,
Bu then I notice that I have some words,
That seem to flow along with the next one,
They are not flying free like they are birds,
But it’s much better than being faced with none,
So I’ll keep the rhythm and rhyme going,
Because I could have something worth showing.