Daisily, I love the sun.
Lazily, this rhyme is done.
She can't keep up! you may scoff...
Well, even God took one day off.
P.S. I reserve the right to blog at will. Mine.
And to write crappy rhymes from time to time.
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Don't make demands on rhyme,
ReplyDeleteOr make them march in time.
After too much meter and cadence, I like to see a rain dance,
to hear the clouds get loud. and drown out the stanza nazis,
that only rhyme in step, except when it gets wet, so they hide inside and whine about Mother Goose-Stepping times.