Rhyme
I’m just a girl who knows /
How to rhyme / All of the time / But I never get a dime / And that’s fine / After all, it’s not a crime / But, maybe, in my prime / The bells will chime.
In the meantime /
I look forward to teatime /
And bedtime /
But, I, then dream of vines /
Intruding my psyche, leaving grime /
Making every day an up climb /
It’s not like I can just put lime /
In water to make it taste sublime.
So, I listen to Benjamin Bernheim /
It’s better than taking a dive /
In all the cookie-cutter slime /
We need more airtime
With people with a spine /
We all need a sign /
That not everything has to rhyme /
But not past nine.
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