I like to rhyme.
Is that a crime?
An odd habit you will find
My word magic on each line.

A rhyme can take you on a flight,
Twisting words, turning days into night.
Even the most evil wrongs can be made right.
What once was visible, is now hidden from sight.

It starts with a word on the tongue,
A certain sweet flavor floating among
A spicy scent sharply inhaled into my lungs,
And then the joyous moment when the rhyme is sung.

I love words that flow
There’s no telling where it might go
Random rhymes that fall like snow,
Glittering, flittering words we all know.

Some poems are dark and disturbed
Some poems leave the reader perturbed
Yet something about a rhyme has often stirred
A light, happy feeling of which you may have heard.

Many poems are about the heart
But so few recognize this dying art.
People tend to pick such poems apart
But rhyme is more than a Hallmark card at Wal-Mart.

Some poems make no sense
Hidden meaning in words so dense.
But the power of rhyme is so immense
Unifying whole cont-tinents.

Take me away,
Where Dr. Seuss is the hero of the day.
Where words tend to go astray,
Where the rhymes of yesteryear are here to stay.

I could go on and on about rhyme
How a good coupling is sublime
How these poems are a sign
That rhyme will live on ‘til the end of time.