Sunday night
No sleep in sight
Had been sleeping the whole day
Now I have to keep awake and pay
So I thought why not make use of this time
Write some nonsense and make them rhyme
This was no easy task, I soon did realize
I was out of practice and the words did not oblige
I found the words drifting carlessly
And I watched them wistfully
I thought of old days when my pen could strike them down
But now they were jeering at me making me look like a clown
As I sat defeated I suddenly had a cue
An old word of acquaintance, by the name of 'Lonely', came to my rescue
Now 'Lonely' was a timid word, always so alone
Nodbody ever saw him talk, even on his cellphone
So, 'Lonely' was sitting alone on my writing pad
And I thought of bringing him a companion, lest it looked very sad
I did not have to wait for too long
A chirpy feminine word, named 'Rain', walked in with a song
'Rain' sat beside 'Lonely', chirping like a bird
But our young man was not amused, he felt rather awkward
Now 'Lonely Rain' sat on my writing pad with wonderful possibilities
And I left them there washing my hands off all responsibilities
There's a world beyond rhyming, you know
I have to wake up in the morning and go to office tomorrow
* This was written as a proof that I could still produce horrible rhymes if only I applied myself sincerely to the task.
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