Poetry's Divine Blessing
by Kenny
Once in a while, at the evening does close
I forget all my troubles, and throw out the prose
I sit in my chair, and I don my robe
And let absolutely no sound fall on my lobes
I reach for the shelf, so crystal and clean
And search for the right book to feel pristine
And lo, do I find it! I open with haste
For with the day's end, I have no time to waste
I enjoy reading poetry, during this time
And sit and thank God, for it has to rhyme.
This is just a rough draft SO CONSTRUCTIVE COMMENTS ONLY PLZ
by Kenny
Once in a while, at the evening does close
I forget all my troubles, and throw out the prose
I sit in my chair, and I don my robe
And let absolutely no sound fall on my lobes
I reach for the shelf, so crystal and clean
And search for the right book to feel pristine
And lo, do I find it! I open with haste
For with the day's end, I have no time to waste
I enjoy reading poetry, during this time
And sit and thank God, for it has to rhyme.
This is just a rough draft SO CONSTRUCTIVE COMMENTS ONLY PLZ