Rap Could Be My Calling

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Don’t know how this happened 

I’ve become a rhyming sap

If I can’t kick this habit

May have to turn to Rap

 

It has become a problem

Everything I see

Makes me start to think

What a rhyming word could be

 

Then I have to write it down

With supplementing words

Turn them into little poems

That some might think absurd

 

No matter how I try 

Can’t make this habit go away

Then I’m compelled to share the poems 

To my wife’s dismay

 

Years ago, I used to smoke

I beat back that habit

But breaking this obsession might be

Like taking carrots from a rabbit

 

If the habit does prevail

And I can’t seem to kick it

As I mentioned earlier

Rap might be my ticket 

 

And if I decide to do that

I’d need a Rapper name

One that is respectable 

Doesn’t cloak my wife in shame 

 

But the more I think about it

A septuagenarian turned to Rap

May not be my best idea

Think I’ll take a nap. 

 

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