Monday, May 6, 2013

Rhyming

Rhyming is bad
Just an old fad
Never was good
Covered with a hood
Not used too much
But with a touch,
Can be big
Dance a gig
He has his arrow
And his bow
Ready to aim
Thats so lame
Ready to fire
What a liar!
Doesn't make sense
Rhyming is tense


You see what I mean?
Most rhyming poems don't make sense. (Although my non-rhyming ones don't make any sense either)
They are there to rhyme. That's it. Its pointless.
THIS is a poem.


Rhyme.
Its like a song.
Flowing softly
Growing
and getting smaller
Fits in your mouth
Feels just right
Like a song,
Like a bird
Singing its little song
The song is flowing softly,

Growing
and getting smaller
Fits in your mouth
Feels just right
Like a song,
Like a bird
Singing its little song
The song is flowing softly,Growing
and getting smaller
Fits in your mouth
Feels just right
Like a song,
Like a bird
Singing its little song
The song is flowing softly,Growing
and getting smaller
Fits in your mouth
Feels just right
Like a song,
Like a bird
Singing its little song
The song is flowing softly,Growing
and getting smaller
Fits in your mouth
Feels just right
Like a song,
Like a bird
Singing its little song
The song is flowing softly,Growing
and getting smaller
Fits in your mouth
Feels just right
Like a song,
Like a bird
Singing its little song
The song is flowing softly,

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