For English class, I was asked to write a poem that was a minimum of 25 lines. The poem had to include at least 20 internal rhymes as well.

Real Poets Don’t Rhyme!




“Is it a crime not to rhyme?!” I chime,

“The poem I design should be mine”

Rhymes are bound to be found,

But why make them partake?

I say, do not make my poetic ideas decay,

Because they don’t rhyme!



I scream to let off steam,

“Why me” I decree.

I felt an unfair hand I was dealt.

Now I must fight to merely write,

And find a word that rhymes with absurd.

It’s way too hard to rhyme!


That’s it, I quit,

Thoughts will no longer be distraught.

My mind is free to make a spree,

And dispose of poems that I wish to compose.

Without a doubt, many ideas I can write about,

I pray new ideas not sway astray.

Poets don’t need rhymes!



Wait, it may not be too late,

Can I save my poem from an early grave?

Oh no! Say it isn’t so,

How could I predict that I would be tricked?

This entire time, my poem has been one big rhyme.

Rhymes…you can’t get away!

nice. i enjoyed the ryming scheme, but it seemed really bouncy, and started to give me a headache. otherwise, good job