Too Late For the 7-7-4 Thing, But Thought I'D Throw It Out There Anyway

Rhyming is not hard for me. Neither is light poetry. Lucky that way. OK, the stanza count's three. Rhyme scheme is A A then B. Lots more to say. Where is this going? We'll see. Dr. Suess seems to guide me along the way. Once upon a time's cliché, memories of yesterday. Then it got hard. Do I want a fish filet? Why can't I just run away from my backyard? Society has its sway like seven syllables, eh? Sometimes it's hard. Yeah, so back to my backyard: vinyards, retards, and en-guards go with the flow. Charcoal leaves nasty black chards even grandma sometimes farts those in the know get it that … yep, can be hard. Or soft, whatever. My cards go for gusto.