Why Did I Write This Poem?

I really don’t know

Why I’ve written this rhyme.

It seems to be nothing

But a large waste of time.

I have plenty to do.

I’m not really bored.

I could go eat something,

Or take a drive in my Ford.

But yet I still sit here,

Rhyming word after word.

Isn’t this the most ridiculous

Poem you’ve ever heard?