354 – Ode Ear

Poem number 354
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Ode Ear
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My mind is tired, my flesh is weak
I’ve not the rhymes that you may seek
My book of synonyms is lost
Something something something ‘ost
I’ve not the grasp of rhythm, meter
To end this line I’ll have to cheetah
Sorry if you feel aggrieved
But sod it, 354’s achieved
I said I’d write a rhyme each day
So here it is, hip hip hooray
Thank God, it’s time for me to nap
And stop this rhyme, because it’s crap.