I'd Call this 'ABBA Rhyme, Take One', but then everyone would be expecting a poem about Mama Mia and the Dancing Queen, and I would fall tragically short of their expectations. It is my first experience writing in this type of rhyme scheme, so hopefully a fast improvement is imminent.
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There's something that I want to say.
I can't recall, or just don't know,
just how I want the words to go.
I've tried to think of it all day.
There's something that I want to do,
yet can't remember how to choose
which games to win and which to lose,
or when to break the board in two.
There's something that I want to learn,
but I get in the way of that.
When inspiration asks to chat,
its every small advance I spurn.
There's someone who I want to greet,
but alterations must take place
before I'm fit to show my face.
Too much to edit and delete.
There's someone who I want to be.
He's left me here, and gone his way.
Though granted, if he were to stay,
he wouldn't get along with me.
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Man, I'm getting almost as annoyingly indecipherable as Coldplay's lyrics.
