Stupid Rhyme
I couldn't think but of the stupid rhyme.
To me, only, would it rhyme with time.
Rhyming was not my specialty,
but neither was true structure as you see.
I'll rhyme with death, or pain, or fear,
and gin, and vodka, wine and beer,
Hate, and murder, violence, madness;
but never love, or happiness, smile or gladness.
Sure I speak of love, but also pain.
If I couldn't write, I'd go insane!
Oops! To late!
All these fucking rhymes are making me irate.
Goodnight!