Think About It. Poetry by Night. This is a true story?
When told I should rhyme when I write, I must admit I had some fright. But I became prolific. Some said even quite terrific. It seemed to be a lovely blessing. But then I found myself obsessing. With couplets running through my head, Kept pen and paper near my bed. Poetry became my curse, Seems things had gone from bed to verse.
This is what can happen when you try Poetry by Night. Think About It.