Eclectic Scribe
rogue scholar | armchair sociologist | adventure capitalist | wistful thinker
Friday, May 28, 2010
Rhymeless
I plop myself down
Intending to write
But words just aren't coming
I can't sit here all night!
I try stroking by beard-
It's a new nervous habit
And give up, 'cause I can't
Think of what rhymes with 'rabbit.'
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