My Conversation Doesn't Always Rhyme

I've penned another poem for Rhyming Tuesday, without fail...

I think in some areas I move as quick as a snail,
As today I put some Christmas gifts in the mail.
The other day I thought I might end up in jail
For playing near the place where they laid rail.
That reminds me of a funny mission trip tale
In the Czech Republic I paid a student's bail.
A friend's parents made the CD, "Sing and Wail,"
And my cool friends Bob and Heidi love to sail.
I just remembered I need to send them an email
To see if in France soon we could grab an ale
Or watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
If I knew how, I could write this poem in braille,
But compared to my other poems this does pale.
Remembe,r Picasso's self portrait is not to scale.

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1 comment:

fenterssssss said...

im pretty sure that title arent lyrics or a name of a song? eh?

The wind is moving
But I am standing still
A life of pages
Waiting to be filled