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The Rhyming Curse
I wanted to write a poem for my mom to savor.
With many cool rhymes and lots of flavor.
But now I can't stop rhyming; I can say one on the dime.
I can't stop rhyming; I say rhymes all of the time.
I don't have time for this.
I told friend Billy to undo this curse.
But I told him to hurry up because I had to go to the nurse.
Billy told me to rhyme something with purple.
And I could'nt think of anything.
Free at last.
Free at last.
Thank God Almighty I am free at last.
I can say what I want; I can sing a jingle.
Without worrying about rhymes, I can talk to my friends and mingle.
Oh no, the curse is now among me.
Let me just go home and cry to my mommy.