Some poems they rhyme you know.
Though I know I like blank verse.
But sometimes I need to show
Words into line I can nurse.

Not for any reason
but just because I can
Not just  for a season,
A woman or a man.

But for the fun of it all
Just to see the symbols
dance like couples at a ball
speaking clear, then in riddles.

Words are fun.
Words are Joy
Words show the one
Words shy and coy

Rhyming and rhythm,
Bouncing on tongues
Framing a prism
To beat life's drums.

And to end in the hope
That tied like a rope
the words can grope
for meaning with scope

That entertains and holds
A reader in thrall
perhaps for a moment
perhaps for more.

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