There’s something cute with verses that rhyme.
Ho, Ho, Rosemary and Thyme.
But when I’m stuck, it’s not so sweet
A stubborn lever that won’t retreat.
Rhymes can be fun and clever,
But oftentimes they seem to get old.
Like silly jokes too many times told.
And so I prefer words that sound good together,
Perhaps not a pure rhyme,
But easy on the lips
And hard to resist.
But rhyme mode drives me mad,
Has me thinking everything in verse
Even ordinary boring things like to-dos,
The most appropriate coat and shoes,
The nature of an unpredictable curse,
The things that make me happy vs sad.
You see what I mean?
It can make the soundest person insane.
P.S. That lever is still stuck,
Just my freaking luck…
P.P.S. You saw it, right?
A, A, B, B, C (but note lever), D, D, C, A, E, E
F, G, H, H, G, F
Fun, isn’t it? You try it in the comments.