WORDS AND RHYME


I never thought I'd be a poet,
There's just no way that I could know, at

Least that's what I told myself,
Sitting calmly on the shelf,

Then something snapped inside my brain,
And like the rhythm of a train,

Words and feelings set to rhyme,
Compose themselves and watching, I'm

Reading them myself, not writing,
Gee, it's rather quite exciting

To see what polysyllabic text
My word processor will think up next.

by D. Edgar Murray