076 - Rhyme (Singular)

I think it might be the end time

I cannot make this poem rhyme

It’s really quite a paradigm

Unless that word’s become a crime

I could change career - go maritime

Life on a ship would be sublime

My imagination could run overtime

The crew might stage a pantomime!

Maybe I should become a mime

Might be a good job in the summertime

It’d be better than working in the grime

And then I could drink lemonade and lime

I could explore - maybe go climb

Trouble is, I’m past my prime

The equipment would cost a pretty dime

Especially in the winter time

I guess I’ll go back, become slime

I could turn into mesenchyme

Maybe add some lysozyme

And be a poet on flexitime

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