When, in poems, rhyming’s done
Most people think its lots of fun
But in day-to-day conversing
I notice the trend of fun reversing.
It’s as if, when someone speaks
And you interject a word like “creaks”
The custom of matching final phonemes
Becomes less fun than it, in poetry, seems.
So whenever people get in a huff
When my replies happen to rhyme with their stuff
I’m glad to use this blog as a replacement
For talking to people outside of my basement.
