As I sit here and pen this rhyme
I wonder if there may come a time
someone else might have the same words to say

As we sit under the same moon
and write tales about a lover’s swoon
will we tell it in the very same way

There are only so many words
to use as nouns, adjectives and verbs
coincidence dictates it might be so

Cause I have read so many bards
that the chances might not be that hard
I could do it and never really know

After all there’s been many times
I’ve struggled to find a way to rhyme
the word horse with anything but ‘of course’

I guess I could make up a word
one nobody else has ever heard
like the evil stallion who bucked and ‘snorsed’

I don’t know why I worry so
there’s probably no one else you know
with a mind quite as twisted and depraved

So if you ever think for sure
you have read these exact words before
know that I didn’t mean to misbehave