I know right? Buy give me some time here. How about a fortnight?
Poems are harder than they look.
It's more than just rhyming.
You need to perfect the timing.
Poetry techniques fill a great many books.
I'll try my best to scratch that itch,
but my days are busy. Real life can be such a bitch.

When writing iambic pentameter,
my head grows and grows in diameter.
I know I'm a bore,
but then what are brains for?
I'll make being a tool my parameter!

We can trade rhyme for rhyme
till the end of all time.
I won't give up while both of us live,
but something might have to give
or we'll both end up rhyming till pigs learn to fly.
But I'm just not ready yet to say goodbye. ;-)