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Another old song dating back to 2010 or so, this one tells sad story of a poet who lived his life trying in vain to find the perfect rhyme.
lyrics
Frigid – rigid with an “f”
Bridget, widget - kinda naff
Giddy, needy poetry
Only apt for an mp3
Am I gonna find a rhyme
That will get me an extra dime
How’d I have my language lush
So it wouldn’t make me blush
Would you shut the door of my perfect mind
Rhyme I’m hunting for let the verse unwind
Searching in the snow, searching in the sky
Next thing that I know love has passed me by
Chatter, clatter underhand
Did he sell his soul again
Versifier’s revenue
On the lonesome avenue
Breaking circle’s hard enough
Keeping sane is twice as tough
Help me out from these woes
Brighten up the withered rose
Would you shut the door of my perfect mind
Rhyme I’m hunting for let the verse unwind
Searching in the snow, searching in the sky
Next thing that I know love has passed me by
Bird has flown down on his hat
Poet lies exanimate
Random letters in his eyes
Casting glances to the skies
Thought he’s born to rule the world
With his verses brave and bold
Turned out words were not his friends
Left him suffer in the end
Time to shut the door of his perfect mind
Leaving him alone with no rhymes to find
Sought them in the dust, sought them in the sky
Sought them and at last love has passed him by
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