[FONT=&quot]“Is it a crime not to rhyme?!” I chime,[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“The poem I design should be mine”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Rhymes are bound to be found,[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]But why make them partake?[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I say, do not make my poetic ideas decay,[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Because they don’t rhyme!

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[FONT=&quot]I scream to let off steam,[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]“Why me” I decree.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I felt an unfair hand I was dealt.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Now I must fight to merely write,[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And find a word that rhymes with absurd.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]It’s way too hard to rhyme![/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]
That’s it, I quit,[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Thoughts will no longer be distraught.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]My mind is free to make a spree,[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And dispose of poems that I wish to compose.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Without a doubt, many ideas I can write about,[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I pray new ideas not sway astray.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Poets don’t need rhymes!

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[FONT=&quot]Wait, it may not be too late,[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Can I save my poem from an early grave?[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Oh no! Say it isn’t so,[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]How could I predict that I would be tricked?[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]This entire time, my poem has been one big rhyme.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Rhymes…you can’t get away![/FONT]