I've caught the word
that people think
My poems I cannot rhyme.
So I respond
with verses sweet
To quiet those that snide.
The truth be told
In lyrics I
Began my first attempt
At forcing thoughts
to fit the mold
of grammar so unkempt.
We squeeze them yes,
these verbal queues,
to end with sounds the same.
I can do that
I will indeed
It's just a game to participate in.
The non-rhyming ones are just so much cooler sometimes.
