I rarely ever write a poem that doesn't rhyme.

It's killing me

That I feel the need to push that off.

They told me rhyming was childish.

Like a Dr. Seuss book

With pictures of a cat.

I want to rhyme so bad,

But I don't want to be childish.

I don't want to hear those people tell me,

"Rhyming is dumb,

Like a song with no hum."

I cry and cry,

Wanting to feel like my words are my own.

I wish to write out,

"The bat went splat,

And that was the end of that."

But I can't.

I musn't.

I have to be an adult.

I can't rhyme.

Dr. Seuss is dead,

And so is the allowance of rhyming words.

 

How dare I let them tell me how to write?

This is my hand.

You wicked rhyme haters,

I banish you back to your own land.

I will do whatever I decide

Just because I can.