Not Another Musical

I didn't really want to write another freaking musical The thought of putting pen to paper once again was whimsical The longish lines, the conversation, add some drama, add some verse Then to add a bit of music, that's when things start to get worse A minor key, a major one, which emotion shall I evoke? Perhaps I should have studied theory, since I have begun to choke The words do flow, but notes to follow, never seem to here appear And that's the one thing that I allow, rarely to that task adhere Bits of insight Bits of whimsy What I write Is sometimes flimsy Cannot take it To the big stage Gotta admit Doesn't engage I didn't want to take the time of writing words that just don't rhyme But lately I have found that that's exactly what I want to do But even when I try to make an effort to stay on that course I find that I can't really help it, tell me now, what else is new? A musical is full of pathos, full of action, full of fluff Characters with traits are needed, without that, not strong enough And to top it off, a ditty, maybe a nice bouncy tune Then a sequence whose sole purpose is there just to be lampoon I have struggled I have wrestled Words I've juggled Phrases nestled What's the outcome To my efforts Maybe get some Just desserts Maybe I could be a Tim Rice, never Andrew Lloyd Webber If I was out to give advice, wouldn't take what I write here