~*~ To Rhyme Or Not To Rhyme ~*~

Now, poetry I must admit,
Has left me quite perplexed.
As I read it, I see nothing,
But assorted lines of text.
~*~
Being taught a little different,
By my Gramma who instructed,
That poetry was meant to rhyme,
Or else not be constructed.
~*~
And what of days past long ago,
When lines of similar sound,
Were used to tell great stories,
Of hero's homeward bound?
~*~
With structure in their verses,
Well thought out, with a title,
To enlighten every reader,
Giving cause for grand recital.
~*~
For a poem it is not,
If it's lacks a basic rhyme,
Just a song without its notes,
Or a beat without its time.
~*~
As though the very sun,
Could shine without blazing heat,
A verse that doesn't rhyme,
Simply wouldn't be complete.

~*~ So ~*~

I stayed up all through the night,
To write a rhyme that was right,
As I counted 1,2,1,2,1,2,3,4,
Until I couldn't take it any more.
~*~
Just when I gave up the fight,
I saw one that I did right!
As I counted 1,2,1,2,1,2,3,4,
Heck, I knew all this before!
~*~
When I was but a kid of three,
Nursery rhymes were read to me.
I would always beg for more,
As I counted 1,2,1,2,1,2,3,4!
~*~
So one day soon plan to see,
A rhyming poem on here done by me!
It won't be Kit or Balladeer' lore,
But it sure will be, 1,2,1,2,1,2,3,4!


~*   *~   Hugs to Kit and Balladeer   ~*   *~