Five Days I wrote these verses here
I have twenty five to go
Will I conclude the exercise
or will I drop it on my toe?

I have no lack of words to use
I daren’t write the things I see
I wouldn’t tempt my fleeting muse
to write much detail about me

The things I write I do enjoy
like freeing doves into the sky
I use the language like a toy
though others often wonder why

I love to twist the tigers tail
and make the words do my command
I often find it easier
if there’s a concept close at hand

So meter leave and subject broach
that I might have a better day
For writing rhyme you’ll be my coach
just give me something else to say.