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Terrible
Rhymes
Sometimes when I try to find a good rhyme
With a word, for example, like purple,
I can rack my brain for hours on end
And come up with just maple syurple.
So I decided to give this problem some thought
While I sit here on my veranda,
Why doesn’t every word have a rhyme
It’s something I don’t understanda.
While sitting here and writing a poem
I have fun making rhymes with most of the verbiage.
Then I hit a point usually in verse three
That I can’t find a word and I get quite disturbiage.
Because I read much, I know lots of words.
And always made use of an extensive lexicon
I try and I try to find a fantastic rhyme
Until I reach that point and shout, ”What the hecksacon!”
So I have been struggling for what seems like an eternity
I see fresh coffee sitting on the credenza,
So I lay this down with a big R.I.P.
I’m done! I quit! This is the endza.
Rhyme
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Yiu, Joyce
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