Unlike Fezzik, I do not possess a great gift for rhyme.  That, however, doesn’t stop me  from trying, especially when it’s with a super fun form like the limerick:

It takes a really long time to think
Of rhymes that don’t epically stink.
One rhyme is fine,
And two are sublime,
But from more than that, I do shrink.

Today’s poems are supposed to embrace the imperfect, and be personal, and I think I’ve done that here.  I love poems that rhyme, but rhyming is hard, yo!  What about you – do you like poems that rhyme?  Or do you prefer unrhymed verse?

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