I curse the prompt that asks me to rhyme
It’s a begging for brilliance that makes my head ache
The requisite words lists take time
A poem a day, with so much at stake
Is too much to ask of this stumbling hack
I find that my courage will break
(My fingers, my eyes, my brain are all slack)
Inspired by NaPoWriMo’s prompt for Day 15: Write a poem in terza rima. I did not like it, Sam-I-Am.
3 thoughts on “Striking Out at Every Turn”
Oh, you’re truly a Delight!!
Worth a snicker, anyway, maybe?
Oh, at least!