Could write awesome story where every line is great,
but lest it flows and rhymes fear it’s viewed as third rate.
Don’t get the attraction for my iambic thrusts;
poems seem didactic, appeal to fetishists?
Some get hot and bothered by pulsing driving beat
seems lurid love poems produce erotic heat.
Not sure if it’s rhythm, or if it is the rhyme,
but seductive stanzas have been hailed as sublime.
Pleasant to be valued for portraits in the mind,
enjoy painting pictures that are the written kind,
but my heart’s desire is to have audience
who enjoys my long prose, finds novellas brilliant.
Write sextet of stanzas, four lines, twelve syllables,
that you find outstanding while thumb nose at my prose?
I have a confession concerning production;
find writing stories hard, but rhymes I write for fun.
My brain is hard wired to produce rhythmic rhymes,
if I’d been a rapper I’d made songs double-time.
While it’s my desire to write a great novel
seems from my reception that dream won’t go so well.
Promised you six stanzas, two-eight-eight syllables,
that’s what I’ve delivered, hope meets with approval.
If you’ve got a moment I’d sure appreciate
if you’d read my stories, I swear they’re not third rate.