THE PRESSURE OF A RHYME

Here I sit in the middle of these words

That say they’d like to rhyme

Yet never offer any suggestions

Of how it is to be

Should I make something up to appease them?

Why should I do the work?

If they were good words as they seem to say

They’d fall in line just so

Line after line goes on without a rhyme

This isn’t poetry!

Ah, yes it is! Poems don’t have to rhyme

There is “free verse”, you know?

Not satisfied they sit and stare at me

Words with a grand mission

Spin the clock or stir the pot – just do it!

Anxious little words too

There are more words now gathering around

I feel the pressure grow

What to write to make all of them happy?

Oh, my! I just don’t know