So I’m about to go on a rant
About arrogant
Some who may worship under a steeple,
Maybe some under synagogues,
Or even some that still have a POG
See the selection,
Of my words means nothing at this time,
Except to rhyme.
I’ll admit it, I have an addiction,
A fixation,
Which I believe could cure our generation,
In this nation,
If we got them out of their idolization,
Of explicit elicitation,
Complacent vacations,
Playing virtualizations,
Let’s get back to imagination,
And throw in a palpation,
Just because it rhymes,
Because I like limes,
But not their rinds,
But I do like lemons,
if you suck out their demons,
And my adipose which is
To more of my adipose.
And contrary to belief, orange
Does have a mate his name is door henge.
And Purple can always rhyme with Gurgle
Or murple
Type with gripe,
Steve and Peeve,
And especially
going back to kindergarten mentality
The greatest rhyme of all
Before the fall
Of dick and Jane
Back when we were more sane
Where those rhymes known for their greatness
Try to appreciate this
Because sad
And bad.
Are great
Just like eight
And gate.
The beauty of simplistic rhyme.
Like “Stop rhyming I mean it!”
“Does anybody want a peanut?”

Ok, so let’s go back to that time
In life
With old man and wife
Rocking in time on the front porch
Stepping on cockroach
When cokes were a dozen a dime.
And rhyme
Ing was true entertainment
With no scheduled time commitment
Now if I may
This next line
And if you would please be kind
Don’t make fun
Of me when I say that the art of pun
Is the most fun
You can have
For a laugh
Which didn’t rhyme
But that’s ok because hurt
And dirt do.
And blowing on a kazoo
To the tune of a babe’s coo coo
Was okay
Because in a way
We’re all still babes
Who need to make up words like rabe
To rhyme with babe
And discover words like
Rhyme with
Just because it’s fun.
When sentences
Didn’t come with pretenses
And thoughts couldn’t be bought
And I wanted people to find out
Yeah, I was the one that shouted
That thought out loud
And we weren’t scared to draw a crowd
When thoughts just raged
At random we got them out
Because we had something to talk about
Then and there and we did
Before we had to get copyrighted
And get thought insurance
On that rare occurrence
Our next blog
Will be read by God
Himself and it will change mankind
But the credit won’t be mine
Because that jerk copy and pasted
Now all that writing was wasted.
Not to mention the
Coffee breaking
Never sleeping
Effort that went into the thought
Someone else bought
Then again, I don’t want to loose my mind
Trying to get God in a legal bind,
Besides He’s already given me an Eternity’s Time
To do what I love most,
I’m not one to boast,
I know they aren’t all that great,
But my tongue just loves to lick the plate every time
I bring home a dinner of ready to serve Rhyme



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