A poem a day
Is very hard to say
Three times fast.
I haven't had an ounce of sleep
Not a peep
And no clever rhyme to accompany that.
Sometimes I wish
I was a fish
But I'd probably end up on someone's dish.
So I've written my poem for the day
Because that's really all I had to say.
And I'm running out of monosyllabic rhymes.