There’s a rhythm in your heartbeat,
And a rhythm in your walk.
There’s throbbing in your pulse-beat
And a cadence in your talk.
But is there metre in your poetry
And tempo in your song?
Do your fingers click to music
To assist your day along?
Hear the steady clippy-clopping
Of the horses in the lane,
And the gentle rat-a-tatting
Of the patter of the rain.
Hear the gentle tippy-tapping
Of my fingers on these keys
For I'm writing you some poetry
And trying hard to please.
My telephone is ringing
With its rhythmic ringing tone,
So I'll stop this tippy-tapping
And must hurry to my phone!
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