Here is a cheesy, forced-to-rhyme poem for people undergoing a mid-life crisis for the third time in a decade.
When Wednesdays get you down,
And the love of your life is out of town,
What do you do to turn that frown
Upside down?
Here is a cheesy, forced-to-rhyme poem for people undergoing a mid-life crisis for the third time in a decade.
When Wednesdays get you down,
And the love of your life is out of town,
What do you do to turn that frown
Upside down?
I was attempting to write something funny here, but the rhyming forced a wrong turn. I hate that every second line rhymes, but I couldn't really do anything about it. But I think I will work on a humorous piece sometime later. Meanwhile, try ignoring the rhyming scheme.
Punch a pillow,
Kick a chair.
Smash a glass,
Pull out your hair.
Close your eyes,
But don't despair.
Scream and shout,
And whine and glare.
Now simmer down,
The world is here.
Breathe in, my love,
It's time to repair.
For the world can't know,
Of the turmoil in there.
The chemicals will leave,
The dark disappear.
So close your eyes,
And dont despair.
Because my love,
The world is there.
Naina