Don’t Rhyme Your Poems!

She said “Don’t rhyme your poems!”
“Well why forever not?”
I answered flabbergasted
For clearly she’d forgot
The fun and the frivolity
Of mashing up wordplay
To bring about phrases that click
And tick along per se
That bounce along on the paper
And trip right off the tongue
That put a smile on faces of
The old and of the young

A means to convey messages
In flights of fantasy
That teeter on the precipice
So sentimentally
And hop and skip cross neurons
That surge throughout the brain
Much like a trigger pulled to fire
In poetic refrain
Whilst forging easy access
Succinct to memorise
To jolt the hearts and minds of all
In a cunning disguise

Whilst delighting Mr Wernicke
And thrilling Broca too
For rhyme is classless; doesn’t judge
The reader; it is true
And all it asks in sweet return
Is that you dig the beat
Get down with it all chilled; relaxed
Whilst putting up your feet
Without pretence or masquerade
That it is anything more
Than simple undiluted words
That many do adore!

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