I didn’t take the time to write.
I watched a baseball game one night
that stole my time just like a crook.
Another night I had to cook
which you should know takes all my might.

To know the form I’d need insight.
But did I study? I’m contrite!
I didn’t even read the book.
I didn’t take the time.

So now I’m in a fit of fright–
I hope you understand my plight.
If only I would take a look,
but I won’t bite the rondeau hook.
I didn’t take the time.

(For those of you unfamiliar with poetry, this is written in the Rondeau form and was a joke for my poetry group one meeting.)

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