FERRIS WHEEL

FERRIS WHEEL

The poet writes with quill
That puts words on paper.
Tactfully is his will
To write a funny caper.

He will do his best,
His inspiration is weak,
Hopes he can find the rest,
Half words he cannot seek.

Each line he tries to rhyme,
Ease he does not feel.
Eager to find a good line,
Easy his muse could deal.

After he finds a word,
Ability to use he must find.
Above that one that’s blurred,
Assured with luck not kind.

He will go to the circus,
He will look for words to steal.
He may find all is wordless,
He will ride the Ferris Wheel.


An attempt at a Trolann