Monday, 9 December 2019

Rhymeatism Revisited

Back then they said I looked like Topol.
But, I'm not a rich man.


He had to rhyme he thought about it
He had a host of words around it
He knew somehow he had unwound it
He was sure at first he had found it
He sought evidence to surround it
He felt a rewrite might have crowned it
He watched a flood of words that drowned it
He hesitated to expound it
He felt shameful to propound it
He thought they would confound it
He even offered to redound it
He feared society would impound it
He knew to date no one had found it
He dreaded publishers would rebound it




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