Why I Cannot Rhyme

I could not figure out what to write about It was quite the mess to figure out My mother had tons of doubt In my terrible rhyming skills She thought I was unable to rhyme Worth a dime I was upset by this news So I had a muse What if I write about how I cannot rhyme Once there was an orange It was always sucking on lozenges Don't ask me how it did It makes me wonder what was on the power grid Mr. Orange had an issue As all people he wanted to diss you He went along and met a fairy It told him he should work in dairy He however was lactose intolerant And refused her suggestion So Mr. Orange went to his side full of aggression His mother His mother told him to get out and hang himself So poor Mr. Orange did just that Didn't I tell you I could not rhyme Rhyming is not my niche I don't care if it will make me rich I cannot rhyme It is not a crime I just don't understand Why it is made to be so grand What did rhyming ever do For you? By Abdulkareem Harunani