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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