Rhyming Verse

Tin cans, rubber bands, things come out at night. Watch your step, you might fall. That would be a sight. Tread so lightly none can hear, and grab a can of beer, place it high atop your head, and tell me what you hear. Recipes for hot baked bees are…

Whatever became of the poet who didn’t know it? Has anyone seen him? — There once was a poet who just didn’t know it, who spoke rhyming verse every day, no matter the word, or just how absurd, he always had verses to say. Then one day it came, they shouted his name, so he turned ‘round to take in the sound, in awe of riches…