Some days, I feel the need to speak and write in rhymes. Not every day, but some times. And may be not a need and as much as a urge. Call it a word usage greed. My phrases don’t always make sense, but under such pretense, who could take offense?
Join me in rhyming here and rhyming now. All comments must have an end-rhyme scheme somehow.
Off you go.
Do your best.
Your talent to show.
For our rhyming request.
Need for real words.
Make ’em up if you must.
For it’s rhyming that matters;
all else is bust.
Ahem….
Each day I stop by
A fix of Chicken, Monkey, Dog
Always a nice read
I find at this particular blog.
And there are, of course
The great comments left behind
Clearly showing the talents
Of many a great mind.
I’ll give it a go.
As the ground outside
Becomes covered in snow.
With me, some words are real,
some are not.
Izlegard is pretend,
And that’s all I got.
Oh my, yes, indeed, I could not agree more!
The best days have *plenty* of rhyming in store…
In the morn, I awake with a stretch and a grin,
And by noon time my rhymes are about to begin…
I compose a few couplets, a sonnet or two,
A limerick and quatrain… no haikus will do!
When my rhyming is done, you’ll find me at night, just drinking funky grogs again;
So, happy day, and rhyme away, all ye’ chicken-money-doggians!
At the end of the day,
My mind is a mess,
But its morning so
I’ll have some success.
The trick to a rhyme
Is not all that hard
You have to have words
That’d sound good on a card.
It doesn’t have to make sense,
It just has to sound good,
Be of the right meter,
And have rhythm it should.
At times it will sound
Like Yoda himself,
Or perhaps like a warlock,
A wizard, or elf.
Alas, my time’s short
I must get back to my work.
I hope you think me
Much more than a jerk.