Since I've been writing, its been just great
Except for the one thing that I surely do hate
My family says that, I am speaking in rhyme
Not just right now, but all of the time
I can not simply, just ask for the juice
Without a poor imitation of the great Dr. Suess
But wait, on my site, there is prose, so you say
Oh, I was much younger when I wrote it that way
Help me, help me, tell me what can I do?
Surely this problem has happened to you
I just had a thought, not a thought, just a flicker
You could have answered, but I guess I was quicker
I'll think of a word that never can rhyme
And start using that word, all of the time
I know there's a word, I once heard from a fellow
I think it's a color but not red, blue, or yellow
I hope it's not pink, cause that would sure stink
I wish it was gray, I've been rhyming all day
I know you think orange, except that rhymes with sporange
And a mountain in Wales, that a poet named Blorenge
Until I stubbed my big toe, I used to think purple,
And now I can't walk, instead I just hirple
It sure would be gold if the color was silver
But that **** little lamb, also known as a chilver
There's no hope for me, I've been rhyming all month
I'm sure you can see, that I'm totally ??????
Yeah!
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
Since I've been writing, its been just great
Except for the one thing that I surely do hate
My family says that, I am speaking in rhyme
Not just right now, but all of the time
I can not simply, just ask for the juice
Without a poor imitation of the great Dr. Suess
But wait, on my site, there is prose, so you say
Oh, I was much younger when I wrote it that way
Help me, help me, tell me what can I do?
Surely this problem has happened to you
I just had a thought, not a thought, just a flicker
You could have answered, but I guess I was quicker
I'll think of a word that never can rhyme
And start using that word, all of the time
I know there's a word, I once heard from a fellow
I think it's a color but not red, blue, or yellow
I hope it's not pink, cause that would sure stink
I wish it was gray, I've been rhyming all day
I know you think orange, except that rhymes with sporange
And a mountain in Wales, that a poet named Blorenge
Until I stubbed my big toe, I used to think purple,
And now I can't walk, instead I just hirple
It sure would be gold if the color was silver
But that **** little lamb, also known as a chilver
There's no hope for me, I've been rhyming all month
I'm sure you can see, that I'm totally ??????
Yeah!
Just a little light hearted word fun. I hope you enjoy it!
