In early years, we introduce
Our kids to
rhymes of Mother Goose
And then
move up to Dr. Seuss
In hopes
that joy will stick.
In school,
most teachers reproduce
Some famous
poems and then induce
Their students,
taking no excuse,
To write
their versions, quick.
This seems
like language arts abuse
And children
might just say vamoose
When rhyme
and rhythm, like a noose,
Constrain
them, tight and thick.
To me,
though, as you might deduce,
My rhyming
helps my thoughts flow loose,
So ‘til my
brain runs out of juice,
It’s what
will make me tick.
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