There's a certain snobbery to rhyming 

I think it's all about timing 

This modern lot say it's not their scene

It diminishes the artistic dream

No competitions are won by rhyme!

You've got to toe the trending line!

Wordsworth & Co would now be snubbed

His daffodils, critically, left unloved.

O Captain! My Captain! 

O give it a rest!

Drop the rhyming! It's for the best!

But, I just can't do it

I plough on through it!

Rhyming like a madman:

A competition sad man

Tut, tut, tut, tut

Aw, kiss my butt!

It's my party & I'll rhyme if I want to!

Rhyme if I want to

Rhyme if I want to…

OK, I'll stop 

But, that's not my lot! 

Isn't poetry just feelings in ink?

To not be chained to the kitchen sink

Not clogging the hole with iambic pentameter 

And other constraints I don't understand… either

Just write the damn thing!

Let your beating heart sing!

Let the words ebb & flow!

Set them free! Let them go!

If they rhyme, then that's fine!

They don't have to all the time!

To not rhyme is good too!

Honest, I won't be a snob to you! 

So, when you shut your weary peepers

Do not fear the rhyming reapers!

Turn them into wonderful tales

Of fantastic warthogs or bloated whales!

Just get it down onto the page

For fun or in poetic rage!

Find the dwelling place of words

And let them roam in wordy herds!

So, come on all you verselet folk

Show them rhyming ain't no joke!

To all those who find it quite atrocious 

NO!

It's Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! 👊💥