Style of Rhyme

I’ve been spittin’ rhymes since the Jurassic times

Life gave me lemons but I prefer limes

I’ve been spittin’ rhymes and fantastic lines

Am I the only one with a voice? Y’all are acting like mimes

I’ve been spittin’ rhymes since the time of dawn

Since the dawn of time, I’ve been spittin’ rhymes

So now I hear other poets writing without rhyming

And I think to myself, oh no! Oh blimey!

Such a catastrophe couldn’t have worse timing

Because I realize I can’t write without rhyming…

Ok let’s see if I can quit

But I don’t like this very much, it seems like every single word just doesn’t quite… fit

NOOOOOO!

It seems I just cannot do it

It seems there should be nothing to it!

Am I right or not, back me up on this one

It seems not rhyming should be more easily done

But I believe that words should have homophonic endings

If not it leaves the though hanging and pending

Words will dilapidate past such tense

Because not finishing thoughts doesn’t make that much               .

See what I mean?

Free verse is obscene!

In a fight, free-verse is lanky and lean

Rhyme is a mean, keen, fighting machine

Using rhyme you feel strong and stern

Your mind will churn with total lack of concern

Through the list of rhymes you will turn and turn

Until in your mind each rhyme will burn

And once you discern all but one will be sent to the urn

At last your brain can temporarily adjourn

So I urge you to try it just once, one time

And you will forever be hooked on the style of rhyme