Lines set out in rhyme In time

with beats and rhythm

in metre sweet

To connect, correct

Inform, pour scorn

Create and form, adorn, purloin  

“Am I bothered ” you said

they can tread on me

rat a tat on me, betray me

Sticks and stones they say

and that’s the way

I deal with it all

stand tall, don’t take a fall

for any dude who tries to be rude

‘cos it’s water off the backs of quacks

that lack the tact to raise a laugh

Too serious are some

a smoking gun

there’s nothing new under the sun

So why try and impress

‘cos you’ll never be the best

As the rest will always up the stakes

and you feel unsafe In an unsafe place

An over the shoulder glance,

Fame, fortune a chance

of stardom, get a flight to France

To a beach to chill, relax and dance

Write lines set out in time with beats

and rhythm in a metre sweet

For no other reason, no other reason

for no other reason than rhyme!

The Urban Poet 2017