Pixies and Clotted Cream
Poems are very hard to write
But if the rhythm doesn't work, at least there's a possibility that the rhyming might.
However, if that works, then I don't have a chance
With the subject – I just seem to ramble on about subjects with no relevance
To the title of the poem, I must admit, and
Even if I manage to drag my thought back to the original subject I can't understand
Why I wanted to write about it in the first place
Since it seems overly sentimental and not my kind of thing to write about at all. Nevertheless, I will gallantly attempt to finish this poem in the hope that someone manages to read it aloud without running out of breath while they read the last line because I bet your face is red by now. Anyway, I'd better finish this poem before I run out of space
On the page.
And now the last line doesn't rhyme and I am filled with anger.