No doubt each kid has been fed a steady diet of standard nursery rhymes (and strangely, all with the same tune), I probably must have regurgitated my rhyme-y knowledge from then. I don’t know what would explain my lack of rhyme now.
It doesn’t have a scheme, it doesn’t have a composition and sometimes, one line has too many words.
It stumbles into speculative poetry sometimes; I’ve hung out with the lyric and prose versions too.
This is what happened when I badly wanted to rhyme. (what’s one without the other, eh?)
The Doggie Rhyme
I’m man’s best friend
And sometimes a fiend
They make me what they want
And as they please
They gimme ponytails,
Some pigtails and a cookie
And I know that doesn’t even rhyme
I also follow human trails
Into casinos and
LOOK MOM I’M A ROOKIE
I’m the man with the tail
My puppy eyes never fail
The girls go ‘oh baby!’ and gaga over me
I have nice shiny fur
And hey I don’t hate what purrs
Because they have nice shiny fur too
They’ve even got a tail
And a conquerist plan that might fail
But who cares so long as I get a cookie!
I only wanted to write moar
So my doggy wings could soar
And I get a cookie again. Woof.