Tautology

Tautology

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times

Writing poetry is making up rhymes

Expressing our sentiments and thoughts in prose

In a stance when it’s read rhythmically it flows.

 

Not everyone shares in this labor of love

If the fingers don’t fit they can’t wear the glove

 

We rant and we rave and we spill out our guts

Sometimes in our verse we come across as bigots

I suppose that could be true but it could also be false

Otherwise we’d never exceed in this creative writing waltz

 

Not everyone shares in this labor of love

If the fingers can’t fit they won’t wear the glove

 

Composing is a game we play in our head

The work never stops, even after it’s fed

Perpetual and constant forever we write

Happily we perform in this never-ending plight

 

Not everyone shares in this labor of love

If the finger don’t fit, don’t wear the glove.

T

 

 

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