In the words of a poet,
I am told to rhyme until my hearts content,
and so I shall if I may dare,
for this is in the words of a poet.
I the poet, so I know it.
That I must rhyme when all else fails
If I so dare to endeavor,
With such a string of words that I
shall ride upon the clouds by night,
to arrive in such a early morn with my words in
rhyme to the time again and again.
Some poets wouldn't dare rhyme their words.
Some would just try to write in prose so i'm told.
I the poet just love the rhyme
from line to line
and if not line to line then every other one will do.
SO soon all my words must begin to rhyme and I ponder and ponder to find the very exact rhyme to this line that ends all lines.
So I the poet will be the one to dare the words to flow from line to line and find a rhyme to end all rhymes, so here I go.
I the poet didn't know it but rhyming is so sweet to the eyes and so pleasing to the ears, so I think ill keep it, while more words endlessly rhyme in my head until yet another poem does flurish once again to be said.
[This message has been edited by Rosebud1229 (edited 05-20-2000).]