Once Upon a Time a Poet Made a Rhyme

Once upon a time
A poet made a rhyme:
Not a song that you could sing,
Just a simple little thing.

It sat upon his blog
Like a bump upon a log,
And it made the poet sad,
And perhaps a little mad.

"Why does this poem just sit?
"It's not why it was writ.
"I thought that it would dance
"And inspire some romance!"

But still the poem just sat--
And that's all there is to that.