An Exercise in Rhyming

(The following is an attempt to relive those days when I used to try and rhyme all the time. Because, to me, poetry was rhyming. I would try to rhyme everything even if it didn’t make sense. Hope this does though.)

I have no clue

on how to write something new.

Need some help from my muse

But unfortunately she’s a recluse.

Then what’s this that I brew?

A forced rhyme stew. 

Take a bite of this that I spew,

But don’t you chew.

Now I am beginning to feel blue

Maybe I will just bid everyone adieu

And start somewhere else anew

Maybe, in a room with a view.

These words are like dew

They appear when they are due.

They bind us like glue

But sometimes are so difficult to construe.