The Cliché Kid.

Whenever I decide to write

I sit and stare at paper white.

Then I begin to rhyme

Climb with mime

And slime with prime.

Not for me, lofty ideals

Mental struggles have no appeal.

I just keep rhyming

Sleep with keep

And creep with leap

And bleep with peep.

I'm just lazy, as you can see.

The Cliché Kid, that's me.