So dVerse wants me to commit and make a choice with this rhyming fit. Pffft why would I want to do that? Then I would be stuck in something like some maze rat. I would rather not and sit here all hot to trot. Just waiting for the choice to come to my little rhyming bum. That is lazy you say? Pffft that is the cat's way. If you don't like it pound sand. See I just gave you a choice at your land. Hmmm maybe there is something to this after all. I guess I will have to give it a go at my hall.
I could not write this,
I could let the rhyme be amiss.
I could stop saying I.
I could pretend I didn't hear you sigh.
You could go away.
You could have a beach day.
You could go in your shoe.
You could even do it at half past two.
Gloria could not say dear,
Blabber could not have strawberry fear.
Brain could not gawk.
Betsy could quit the cat talk.
Elsie could fall on a stair.
Dezmond could actually swear.
Heaven could forget the lust.
Mary could let her dogs blow away in a gust.
WorQueendan could forgo beer.
Meandmythinkingcap could give him a cheer.
Fred could forget the books.
Sherry could stop giving her dog dirty looks.
Al could forget his loo.
Daydreamer could bloody hell all of you.
Adam could forget to rhyme as well.
Matt could show nude pictures at his cell.
Waffles could forgo the shades.
Hank's number one cheers could fades.
R could even come back.
Anne could really be R causing flack.
A choice made,
For some sort of trade,
That led all here,
To my little rhyming rear.
I guess being lazy has its perk,
As all get a smirk.
Or at least something of use,
Maybe they just like it when I abuse.
But each choose their ways,
All through the days.
And so I choose to rhyme,
Even to the crummy mime.
Whether that is A, B, C or D.
Is completely up to me.
And for your thing, you.
Either way the answer will come due.
See I choose something after all and once more, took the easy way out and used you all at my hall. But then you need an ego boost too, right? After all those strawberries are such a fright. And so I choose to keep coming back every day and put a rhyme on display. At least until I run out of gas and can no longer pass it out my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.