I would imagine
that rhyme is done best
by Poets not preoccupied
by the time it takes
to achieve; nor should it end,
or be the focal point
of the thought to be conceived.
See? Like that.
It was kind of a pitter-patter
between
what needed to be said, and what needed
to be freed.
And Rhyme skulks like a temptress
in the vicinity
of your destination.
Sultry; convincing, enticing you
slightly out of your way
to play.
"But I was not coming this way!"
I yelled.
She replied,
"It's close enough, isn't it?"
"Well, yeah, I guess...
Mmm... Is that dress -"
"Atta boy,
don't even finish the rest."