A Hard Rhyming Number’s
Like in a Bob Dylan song,
one can force a little rhyme.
Unless it seems too strong,
too jarring to one’s senses,
then a la Mr. Armstrong,
one might scat a Louis lyric,
a mouth harp to play along,
madly prepping for some prime time,
since prime and time do rhyme.
Or maybe it’s just wrong.
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