It’s 1: 15 A.M. <br />I’m sitting here in bed; <br />I want to go to sleep, <br />But rhymes are in my head. <br /> <br />I just came upstairs; <br />I was just on the com, <br />Working out a poem; <br />For Ainaa to recite in the morn. <br /> <br />The problem with rhyme and I; <br />Is that it starts and never stops, <br />Remember it’s one o’clock; <br />But rhymes still pulse my thoughts. <br /> <br />So I’m writing this very rhyme; <br />Hoping my rhyme runs out, <br />But such a hope’s impossible; <br />When my rhymes are as abundant as trout. <br /> <br />I know what you all are thinking: <br />“This rhyme is simply a gimmick; <br />This boy’s not really sleepy, <br />He’s wide awake with this limerick.” <br /> <br />“This story of sleep is really; <br />Just some tricky plot, <br />To make you think he flows out rhyme; <br />Like water from a cracked pot.” <br /> <br />But, nay, it is true; <br />I’ve got the rhyming flu, <br />I’m hoping that by writing this rhyme; <br />All my rhymes shall be through. <br /> <br />Aha, I know the cure; <br />The medicine’s no longer obscure! <br />To end this awful rhyme; <br />I need a word that does NOT rhyme! <br /> <br />I’ve heard of the word before; <br />It’s like English’s Achilles heel, <br />No matter how hard you rhyme; <br />Its un-rhyming-ness is an iron veil. <br /> <br /> <br />Touché now rhyming flu; <br />This word I give to you! <br />Try rhyming the word ‘month’ <br />…Ha-ha, you can’t now, can you! ? <br /> <br />The rhyming flu has left me… <br />I can feel it leaving my mind… <br />Ahhh… I am so relieved… <br />The clock says it’s now sleepy time... <br /> <br />…zZzZZZ<br /><br />Warren Chan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rhyming-flu/
