Three items, works of rhyming prose
I hadn't considered the challenge they'd pose
I'll just whip this up
One, two, three,
Commit the lines to memory
and just like that I'd have three verses.
Things seldom go the you rehearse it.
So I sit and admire the morning dew
pen to paper, Idle thought flowing through
As I set out to write three future classics
that someone else might read one day
And in search of quick inspiration say
Grant me three works of rhythm and rhyme
Let me write three verses set to time.
