As the month goes on, the poems get more lame.
My inspiration surely will not gain me fame.
No epics here. Or iambic pentameter.
My couplets and haiku just will not get better.
And though I may hide them at the end of the day
These silly rhymes still have their way.
And now there are only ten days left
Till the lack of my poems will leave you bereft.
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