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.