A SILLY POEM
As I am not a poet... this is not a poem. It's just a good excuse to play with words and have fun while doing it!
I tried once... I tried twice, three times,
and four, and five, and even nine,
but not a mere single line
I was able to put in black and white.
Although I did my best, everything was in vain.
No doubt: I’ve finished with a flat brain.
Where did it ended, that old brain of mine?
I run out of words to make a rhyme…
I wish Eliza Doolittle be.
She would find 'rain', 'Spain', 'mainly', 'plain'.
To be honest, my gratitude grows
and I say “Thank you, Mr. Bernard Shaw”.
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