Poetry

I seem to have been cursed,

To a speech full of rhyme,

It’s power is the worst,

And works all the time.

I might try to stop one day,

(I will be happy then at last,)

“No more!” I’ll say,

I durst not say what I said last.

But as for now in this plague,

I am securely trapped,

In words transparent, soft and vague,

My patience almost snapped.

I shall curse the one,

That wicked evil creature,

Who caused this to be done,

I will scream and shout,

(Though not today,)

“Curse you English Teacher!”