Ten Words

Ten words on each line of this new little verse
No rhyme or reason, but what is so much worse
It really does have rhyme, but maybe not much reason
And it is as imperfect as any person I know
(Yes, I am really counting the words as I go)
It is just a wee trifle to satisfy my fancy
And if I get up and dance to my music
It has to be because the orchestra in my mind
Provides me with a strong steady beat I cannot ignore
Ten words times ten lines: one hundred is my score!