I'd sit and rhyme all day.
I'd never tire of dreaming up
Such clever things to say.
I'd be an inspiration
To the folk who read my verse,
And maybe make some dreams come true
In this lonely universe.
Maybe I'd write a saga
About heroes on a quest,
Battling monsters and the like
To rescue those who are distressed.
I might try penning limericks
Which end in bawdy fashion.
Or sonnets for a love-starved youth
To stir a maiden's passion.
Alas, I've not the talent
To compose such works of art.
All I have is the mess in my head
And the fervour in my heart!
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