Reading is rhyme.
Reading takes time,
But most of my time can be free.
The freedom to read is a wonderful thing,
Unless you are stuck in a community with no books at all.
Authors get famous.
A book got read,
Because of the guy named Ted.
By the time you go to bed, Ted could be dead.
Books are my ideas,
Roaming in my head,
With rhyme in mind.
Rhyme may take time,
So please don’t waste it.
Don’t mind the time,
Because it’s worth a dime.
Your ideas aren’t original, they’ve said to a now famous author.
They said he wasn’t the smartest, yet he won many Nobel Prizes.
I’ve been told to get fresh ideas, but I’ve got nothing in mind.
So I’ll write you a poem to make up for some time.
Do not worry.
Now I can bet I’ve lost some time already.
I’m late,
I’m late,
I’m late.
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