The Journey to Perfect Poetry

“Don’t Fret”

Fe, fi, fo, fum;

Let me tap on your poetry drum.

Mistakes are made by everyone–

We’re made to learn, so we’re too dumb.

As time flies, practice my friend;

You’ll grow to be perfect, in the end.

People will change their reviewing tune,

Don’t let people pop your poetry balloon.

Write what you will;

There’s no magic pill.

Practice makes perfect;

If you work at it.

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