I can feel the pull of rhyme,
Tugging inexorably,
It is now perhaps time,
To give in totally!
To rhyme or not to rhyme,
Is the eternal question,
Not rhyming is a crime,
To some,
And to some it isn't!
Of late my poems don't rhyme,
Does it mean I'm progressing?
That is the least of my crimes,
Say the victims crying for mercy!
As they choke on their morning coffee,
Reading my latest missive,
With a horrified fascination,
Self inflicted torture!
I am going to take a poll,
In true Elon style,
Should my poems rhyme or not,
Let my audience decide!
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