Eye rhymes are tough,
he rasped through his cough,
sounding as though
he were in a slough.
It’s just no good,
I’m not in the mood,
my mind is like wood
tossed high by the flood.
Eye rhymes are tough,
he rasped through his cough,
sounding as though
he were in a slough.
It’s just no good,
I’m not in the mood,
my mind is like wood
tossed high by the flood.