Sonnet for July 6th: On Rhyming Poetry

I don’t agree with most complaints on rhyme

From those who often choose to write without,

Because I must conclude most every time

That their annoyance carries little clout—

For those who dislike rhyming likely can’t

And so will heap their scorn on those who do.

But even so, I must rescind my rant

For one complaint whose logic logics true:

Sometimes to ensure there’s a rhyming sound

One forces phrases where they don’t belong.

Word order inconsistencies abound

And suddenly the sentences are wrong.

For if I write these lines without much skill

Then Yoda-like recite we surely will.