When it comes to rhyme like many a thought
If it were a crime, we’d all get caught.
The problem with it like we often see
Our thoughts like to quit where rhymes would be.
It is the conceit that sticks in your head
And your rhyme receipt is only bread
Instead of the crunch of lettuce right here
A prisoner’s lunch, bread and water.
Now you could have beer if this were a brunch
And then cause a stir also a punch.
But you had to stick with a silly word
Now your rhyme’s a slick meaningless turd.
But I mean, goddamn, look how bad this sounds.
You’d think that you could loosen up, right?