Rhyme

This is a rhyme,
I'm going to do,
You never know,
It might be written for you.

Or it might not be,
It might just be written,
I'm writing it quite well,
While I'm here sitting.

Just writing,
What comes into my mind,
Who knows,
What I might find.

Now this is finished,
It's the end of the poem,
When you can rhyme,
That will show em.