Rhyme with Only the last Word, Time the First word is now Heard. From the first Thought in my Head, Come the last Rhymes in my Bed. Ain’t my Crack at being Clever, Paint it That way Would be Never. Time and Reason don’t Compel, I’m the “Grateful Rhyme Rebel.”
I am Not the First who Questions, Meaning of English Expressions???? If you Keep an “Open Mind,” Brains fall Out and Hard to Find. “Penny for Your Thoughts” seems Light, “Two Cents Worth” reply is Slight. Why do People yell “Heads Up,” when Mostly they Want you to Duck? “Win Hands Down” or Loose Hands […]
Subject Matter – Braincake Batter, serve it Up on Viewer’s Platter. Add in Wit’s Ingredients, stir With some Expedients. Pour it On the grill to Rise, almost Ready for All Eyes. So delicious Is the Plan, and Not end in the Garbage Can.
Subject Matter – what to Write, can Start an Internal Fight. Catch them Quick – Put to Words, or Release as Logic Birds? Some may Read – most Will Not, unless you Snare a TV Spot. What you Write is up to You, go with Tame or Dare Taboo? Humor, Truth, or Broken Hearts, something […]
Four-letter Words are nothing new, unfairly Branded by a Few, the Only Ones seen Acting Bad, all others Suffer – that’s so Sad. Back, Jack, Beer, Best, Cold, Coke, Cash, Test, Drum, Drop, Fair, Rest, Fine, Fork, Goat, Pest. Hang, Home, Kiss, Heat, Luck, Loud, Mass, Beet, Moon, Moss, Nose, Feet, Ooze, Park, Pour, Neat. […]
Writing Rhyme is Fun for Me, nowhere Close to Poetry. When a Thought pops in my Head, soon to Print it starts to Spread. Subject matter Limitless, though in Truth I must Confess, Picking Fruit or Racing Runners, some Turn out Bet-ter than Others.
I never Will forget the Time, that I Pulled out a Nasty Dime, from some Gooey Purple Slime, then Decided it was Mine, it is Really not a Crime, to take and Wash off all that Grime, and Bring it Back into its Prime, without the Use of one Enzyme, with Elbow Grease and Pantomime, […]
If Rhyme is Written in the Forrest, is it Read or just Dismissed? Who is There to Really Care, Bumble Bee to Big Black Bear? How to Know when Rhyme is Right, to be Read by any Type? Simple Answer is a “Yup.” when Sounds from Falling Trees startup.
A thought goes Whizzing through my Mind, close Enough to Rhyme a Rhyme. Like a Horse running to Water, get It on Some kind of Blotter. To the Pasture or the Barn, Indecision – Oh my Darn! Hits my Brain like Dynamite, what the Hell did I just Write?
If I’d Gather Rhyming Words, Give them to a Flock of Birds. Together we Would create Birth, by Planting Words around the Earth. Perhaps from help of Buzzing Bees, The World would sprout up Rhyming Trees. Folklore we’d create Indeed, the Saga – Bobby Rhymingseed.