The effort wasn't lacking, you see.
I tried all the lessons
and danced to all tunes,
But somehow or the other
Nothing ever clicked.
Instead I am stuck
As a bell that won't chime
A buyer without dime
A machine without time
A line that won't rhyme
And only some dollops
Of malodorous slime.
Be that as it may.
Perhaps this is where I'll bloom.
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