I would imagine

that rhyme is done best

by Poets not preoccupied

by the time it takes

to achieve; nor should it end,

or be the focal point

of the thought to be conceived.

          See? Like that.

          It was kind of a pitter-patter


          what needed to be said, and what needed

          to be freed.

And rhyme skulks like a temptress

in the vicinity

of your destination.

Sultry; convincing, enticing you

slightly out of your way

to play.

"But I was not coming this way!"

I yelled.

She replied,

          "It's close enough, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah, I guess...

Mmm... Is that dress -"

          "Atta boy,

           don't even finish the rest."

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