I'm in the mood to write a poem,
At this time I don't know where it's going.
It's in rhyming couplets and it won't be deep,
Really it's just an excuse for me not to sleep.
I wish I'd set myself a goal when I started writing,
Thinking of one on the go is awful frightening.
You end up writing for the sake of rhyme,
Which like this line is a literary crime.
Maybe it would be best to end it here,
It can only get worse, that is my fear.
A fear I just realised by typing that,
Something which not unlike this is really crap.
As crap doesn't really rhyme with the previous bit,
How the hell did I get a Masters by doing this shit?