The Rhyming Curse

September 2, 2012
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.
book, look
bye, pie
bliss, swiss
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.

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Jessie1020 said...
Nov. 25, 2012 at 3:34 pm
this poem is really good, finn. Great Job
Detective_Finn replied...
Nov. 25, 2012 at 5:19 pm
Thanks Jessie.
Randomscreennamelalalala replied...
Nov. 30, 2012 at 11:34 pm
ha-ha! Might be fun to add other friends who help to break his curse but fail, or people who have different curses of their own, like a backwards-speaking problem or a haiku plauge. 
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