Um... it doesn't rhyme,
she said
I looked at her
You kidding?
And then she shook her head
No, look, this poem
really has no rhymes
at all
......
I'll open the window, my darlings.
I'll open the book.
Let the wind blow its pages.
Let the sunshine illuminate them.
Come out of the darkness my darling!
Don't be afraid my bellowed!
Let them see you in silk and tights.
Let them see syllables and rhymes
lined up in the long nights.
On rainy days,
......
I'll open the window, my darlings.
I'll open the book.
Let the wind blow its pages.
Let the sunshine illuminate them.
Come out of the darkness my darling!
Don't be afraid my bellowed!
Let them see you in silk and tights.
Let them see syllables and rhymes
lined up in the long nights.
On rainy days,
......
Um... it doesn't rhyme,
she said
I looked at her
You kidding?
And then she shook her head
No, look, this poem
really has no rhymes
at all
......