Lines set out in rhyme in time

With beats and rhythm

In metre sweet

To connect, correct

Inform, pour scorn

Create and form

Adorn, purloin  

 

“Am I bothered” you said

Well, they can tread on me,

Rat-a-tat-tat, or betray me 

Sticks and stones, as they say

and that’s the way

I deal with it all

Stand tall, don’t take a fall

For any old dude

who tries to be rude

‘Cos it’s water off

the backs of quacks

Who lack the tact to raise a laugh

 

Too serious are some,

a smoking gun

There’s nothing new under the sun

So why try and impress

‘Cos you’ll never be the best

As the rest will always

up the stakes

and you feel unsafe

in an unsafe place

 

An over the shoulder glance

A chance of stardom is out of reach

So, it may be best to try and teach

to earn a crust to afford a vacation,

on a beach to chill, read and concede to:

 

Write lines set out in time,

with beats and rhythm

in metre sweet

for no other reason,

no other reason

no other reason than rhyme!

(Title poem from the book by ‘Rick Varden)