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This one needs some work... ugh

My previous rendition
Ending in song
Was sadly sappy
And dreadfully long

So now I sit here
Writing in rhyme
Thinking of verses
That just waste time

There was purpose
In me sitting here
Now that I write
My mind is clear

I am stuck with
Nothin to rhyme about
And people reading
that are filled with doubt.

"Will she make
This poem worth reading?
Or is this a trick
That's terribly misleading?"

I'm afraid readers
This is bile
And I even I
Throw it in the trash pile

So all this rhyming
Comes to no end
And I shall leave
Making it pend

For those with a small vocabulary like my younger sister, pend means to wait, thus the poem will be worked on later. Bile is of course filth and let's see... rendition, i can't think of how to describe rendition so get a dictionary....

How I love myself... the example of teen angst... rebelliousness, surlyness and downright lazy... oh well, i take pride in things i shouldn't...