Rhyming Poetry

Rhyming Poetry By Franklin Price 3/10/2015 Rhyming poetry to me An exercise of mind A practice in vocabulary A sound alike to find Can't forget about the flow Must sound nice to the ear When read aloud to a gathered crowd Or to myself to hear Would ruin it to punctuate Let the words do it themselves Bring the thoughts out of my head Brought there by rhyming elves There are some that tell a story Hope they rid you of some strife And offer you some time away From the rigors of your life Some tell of times so long ago Many reading them not born My hope is that they light your day As the rising sun in morn Still others tout my point of view Whatever it may be I hope they get you thinking Even if it's not like me For me it's not a challenge But the elves work very hard Bringing poems from everywhere I write them down to be a bard If you enjoy my verses Would like to offer me acclaim The rhyming elves brought them to me I only put them in my name