SATIRICAL-VERSING

Please, Don’t Rhyme Me to Death

Apologies to those who need to feel the rhythm

Funny name poetry schedule. Photo created by Mark Tulin

I don’t mean this
poem to be
offensive
self-defensive
or malevolent
or pugilistic

but rhyme poetry
makes me
hypertensive
pensive
apoplectic
and apprehensive.

I only wish
the rhyming poets
could chill with their line endings,
take their time
because too much rhyme
will give me a migraine
a bloodstain
an addiction
to cocaine
a decrease
in my dopamine
and disdain
for the mundane.

But if you must —
make it quick
like a limerick
because I’m in a hurry.
I have a trip
to the infirmary
with a coronary
in my pulmonary
as a result
of your rhyming
suppository.