And it will rhyme,
Like lemon and lime,
Like a walking contradiction,
At any given time.

And It will pass and play genteel notes,
Like counting colors in dreamy courts,
Like mellowing butter,
It will rhyme,
Like a lot too less,
But Too much a crime.

And it will rhyme,
Like munchy days,
Like grief and thought,
Of mundane ways,
Like liquor at nine,
To say that I am fine,

It will rhyme,
Like lemon and lime.

And, it will rhyme.