One Last Try

Dearest Editor, -

Won't you please,

I humbly beg on bended knees,

Kindly read my little rhyme,

That's if you can spare the time.

I've tried and tried, for years and years,

To make my mark, and catch the ears,

Of kindly persons, such as you,

Who publish poems as you do.

I'll be as famous, if you'll agree,

As that chap who wrote about a tree.

Or that other fellow, that got his thrills,

Picking golden daffodils.

I could write of a man, who walked the deck,

With a dirty great bird hung 'round his neck.

If you don't print this, or give me some tips,

                                                                  I must go down again, to the sea and ships.

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