It's tough being a poet

Up at the crack of midday

Thinking of rhyme schemes and rhythms

Trying to think what to say

It's tough being a poet

Strolling along the beach

Searching for inspiration

When inspiration's a wave out of reach

I sometimes think that a poet

Is the toughest thing you can be

As I walk in the shade of the forest

Trying to think of a rhyme for tree