Me don't do rhyming couplets

Me don’t do rhyming couplets or terza rima

Or blank verse; or the reverse.

Punchy  limerick things with a quirky ending

Or a rambling poem syncopating all the angles

Into neat haiku pentangles.

And a pretty sonnet, allegorical too

Or a quatrain and ode just for you.

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I just say what I am thinking.

Put it down with pen and pencil first

Give it a bit of a rhythm maybe, a rhyme, forced sometime..

And it is.

Pure me.

Not clever or arty; not precise, not perfect.

I’ll never be a laureate

But I want to be.

Remembered.

As just me.

Pure me.