Poem - Finding My Lines

FINDING MY LINES

I’ve got a poem in my head

I just can’t quite yet put to bed

The rhymes don’t work 

The metre’s rotten

I wonder if it’s 

best forgotten?

But words won’t stop their awful nagging

Around my brain the lines keep dragging

They tell me this

They tell me that

I give it up 

and stroke the cat

And then they’re back, pounding, pleading

I’ve no idea where this is leading

I think I could 

try some allusion

That only adds

To my confusion

Keep on going with this endeavour

Don’t try to be too bloody clever

Assonance?  

Hyperbole?

No, stick with what

you’ve got to say

Simple’s best, and you know it

If you are to be a poet

That people read

And people get

You’re not after 

the snobby set

It’s never easy, writing verse

I get so grumpy, snappy, terse

Then thoughts coalesce

And writing’s fun

And here it is

This poem’s done