I made an appointment, I was worried
Off to the doctor in a hurry
Doc I have a strange affliction
Sort of weird-beard word addiction
When I speak, every time
The words I say, they have to rhyme
Can you treat it, is it serious,
Or is my query simply spurious?

Doctor drew a heavy sigh
Looked at me with weary eye
Take these pills and in a day
Your condition will fade away

I said look doc, I think it's catchin'
Did you know your words were matchin'?
He said have you had your prostate checked?
I said I'm sure it's fine, backed off and left