I tried to write a rhyming poem,
I found it to be hard.
Every time I tried to do it,
I ended up in the backyard.

I would much rather play,
Or sleep, or clean the teeth of a saber-toothed tiger.
It never fails to ruin my day,
When I’m forced to find something that rhymes with tiger.

I don’t like writing villanelles,
I don’t like writing sonnets,
And when the poem is finally done,
I want to spit upon it.

So now you know my feelings,
I think I’ve made them rather clear.
And when I’ve graduated from this class,
I’ll be grinning from ear to ear.

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