A rhyming post.

So I’ll type in rhyme,

just wasting my time

until I find something to do.

Maybe I’ll eat poo


Now that’s a bad rhyme,

I do that all the time.

To me it’s a habit

that I’ve kept in my closet.


In inner place and in this hour,

I’m looking for something to devour.

Mummy, what are you cooking now?

Is it cake or is it some Bao?


Stomach and emotions tied,

Fizzyfiiz’s heart is where it hides.

If this is not a prank,

feed me now to fill in my blanks.


YouTube videos I’m currently watching,

soulful music I’m currently listening.

Before the passing of this hour,

take away my boredom now.


If can’t be done let it be,

I’ll just rhyme away if need be.

Wither away my minutes and hours,

like thousands of petals from a bed of flowers.


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