Poetry makes me happy,

it fills me with glee.

Some poems are crappie,

like one, two, three.

Some like to rhyme,

Some make me cry.

Some take many time,

Others are quite dry.

Poems can boring,

four words per line.

They leave me snoring.

But mine are fine.

Poetry makes me happy. 

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