With Rhyme Words

With rhyme words i am one who does love to play And new rhymes do come to my mind every day On notebook paper i pen them down But never for money or for literary renown Anybody can pen rhymes or so we are told And rhymers never grow famous and wealthy they only grow old On saying rhymers are many and poets are few I am not telling you anything that is new Though a harmless enough past time would you not agree Addicted to rhyming i do seem to be Just one of many my kind everywhere There are millions like me in the big World out there The weather is sunny and humid and warm near forty degrees And even great warmth in the southerly breeze That blow from the sea in the park by the bay Too warm for to lay in the sunshine today I have strayed one might say from the subject in rhyme But this has happened to me many a time On the subjects they write of rhymers thoughts tend to stray From the point of the matter i too am this way The day is sunny and humid the wind soughing in the trees And the warm air full of the buzzing of bush flies and bees A poem i would write of it were i a poet But such a title reserved for those of literary note.