Rhyme

Rhyme

They say a poem doesn’t need to rhyme;

I guess they’re right; I see it quite often.

But would it die after quite a short time

If tongues it couldn’t tickle or soften?

A rhymeless poem’s not easy to write;

Understood by few; by many, not read.

It’s an icy coffin, a silent night;

(Stars being millions of phrases not said).

A rhyming poem requires no scheming;

As an epidural gives painless birth;

Rhyme gives rubbish a kind of redeeming;

A labour-less stanza of little worth;

Rhyming can make of nonsense common sense

And turn doggerel into pounds and pence.