The Rhyme

Once upon a time
There was a man who did like poetry
The only problem was
He didn’t know how to rhyme.

He’d write words down on paper
And they sounded, oh, so lovely
But then mixed up get they would
And his poems sounded like this:

“Why cannot write I
A poem that cry makes you
Or tell a friend want to
Or make you out loud laugh.”

So you see this man was sad
For in rhyming he was lacking
He didn’t know what to do
So he didn’t.