The return of Doggerel Dave
This rhyming stuff just seems to take over your mind - sort of like OCD - one just leads naturally on to another like ritual hand-washing.
And if you keep producing verses
Through toil, and tears, and sweat (and curses),
And sparks of inspiration too -
Though sadly these are all too few -
You’ll find, though it may seem like cheating,
That some damn lines just keep repeating.
While stunning new rhymes stay quite hidden,
Ones used before just rise unbidden,
Then stubbornly won’t go away.
It pains me more than I can say,
But finding rhyme and rhythm’s tough
And if on reading through my stuff
You find you’re reaching for the bucket,
Then all that I can say is ‘Look it’s
Just some doggerel, OK?
It doesn’t matter anyway.’
In any case, that’s it, I’m done.
Thanks for playing, it’s been fun.