Agnes by Tony Cochran for July 08, 2013

I look for some elusive rhymeThat hides from me for half a day….I wear out keyboards wasting timeOn doggerel to give away.

Oh yes, I’m quick, I will admit…When words are flowing as they should…But sometimes nothing seems to fit…A dozen half-rhymes… nothing good.

I tear my hair, I shriek and cry…I beat my head against the table…OK OK… that’s all a lie….But I’d break pots, if I were able.