My mom told me to write a poem

And try to make it rhyme,

But I'm not good at writing poems

It's just like wasting time.

If I was good at writing poems

I could write one in a snap.

But sitting here just makes me tired,

I'd rather take a nap.

I told my mom I tried and tried,

But nothing would come out.

She said just give it some more time,

And sent me back to pout.

Now listen, writing rhyming poems

Isn't really my gift.

I think my head is going to explode,

This just might cause a rift.

I went back to my mother

And talked and begged and cried.

Finally she gave up on me and said,

"At least you tried."

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