THE RHYMING BUG

‘O Doc’ I said ‘What’s wrong with me
I’m going mad – what can it be?
I speak in verse now all the time –
I even think and dream in rhyme!
I hope you don’t feel I’m a fake –
Is there a pill that I can take?’

He said ‘I knew it was no joke
The very moment that you spoke!
I’m afraid you’ve got the Rhyming Bug –
All I can give you is a hug!’
He put his arm around my shoulder,
Then suddenly he looked much older.

Eyes widened, and his face went white
As if he’d had an awful fright!
Said: ‘I’m answering in couplets too –
I’ve caught it now – passed on from you!’
He laid his head down, loudly wept,
As from his room I quietly crept.

I went back home, got into bed
And pondered over what he’d said.
‘Well’ I thought ‘there’s much that’s worse
Than living out your life in verse!’
It could be the Punning Bug I had
Just think of it! That would be bad!’

So if you start to rhyme out loud
Don’t worry, for you should be proud.
If your thoughts are formed in verse
It is a gift, it’s not a curse;
You’ve got the Rhyming Bug like me
So go and write some Poetry!