Rhyme and Reason
Is there a reason I love rhyme?
When critics now think it a crime:
"Rhymed poetry's not worth a dime,
It's as old-fashioned as ragtime,
Free verse poems are most sublime."
Yet I'm still rhyming all the time.
Is there a reason I love rhyme?
True rhymes are hills I love to climb!
I do enjoy free verse big-time,
but modern critics I'll not mime.
I don't endorse their paradigm,
and find it sour as a lime.
Is there a reason I love rhyme?
It's in my every cell's enzyme;
my sun, my rain, my every clime;
my mint, paprika, sage, and thyme;
my juggling act, my pantomime.
You ask, who's going to chime for rhyme?
I'm.
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