Oh what a cruel day it is,
When parts of words are sacrifiz
For the sake of forcing rhyme
Without regard for sentence lime.
And if you think that meter's safe,
Don't bet on it, those extra syllables really chafe.
Even words that fit the grammar
Don't make sense when put in hammer.
About the only thing that's worse
And happens in a lot of verse
Is many poets' tendency
To rhyme with phrases like, you see.
And don't dare think that you'll be fine
With ABCB rhyming schemes.
It's much more easy than it words
To swap a couplet's last two seems.
The lengths that poets sometimes go
To make two sentences rhyme-o.
Be cautioned, poem-writing blokes,
That you don't make the same mistokes.
When parts of words are sacrifiz
For the sake of forcing rhyme
Without regard for sentence lime.
And if you think that meter's safe,
Don't bet on it, those extra syllables really chafe.
Even words that fit the grammar
Don't make sense when put in hammer.
About the only thing that's worse
And happens in a lot of verse
Is many poets' tendency
To rhyme with phrases like, you see.
And don't dare think that you'll be fine
With ABCB rhyming schemes.
It's much more easy than it words
To swap a couplet's last two seems.
The lengths that poets sometimes go
To make two sentences rhyme-o.
Be cautioned, poem-writing blokes,
That you don't make the same mistokes.
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