Whimsical Couplets of Rhyme
Here I sit with pen to write Words to bore or may delight. A rhyme or two of twisted thought Of if I could or should I ought.
A pen to press upon a page Wisdom where are you, oh sage? A stage have I to speak, be heard And so I craft each rhyme, each word.
Cluttered clusters clever still Clueless, careless couplets fill. Will these tangles twist and turn Teasing, tossing verses churn?
Express, confess, I have no clue Rehearse, inverse a word or two. To sleep, count sheep, Is my delight Now rest is best, I say goodnight.
