Each time I read a rhyming story,
Be it sweet or be it gory.
I wonder how the book would read,
If the words didn’t rhyme instead insteed.

Cause sometimes words are forced and pushed,
Until they’re broken, bent, or smushed.
And the flow seems out of whack.
As if the line had been attacked, hacked, hijacked, even bushwhacked.

Rhyming can be clever, sharp, and smart.
Alas, it is a tricky art.
Here’s the rule for rhyming glory
Story first.

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