Addicted To Rhyme

Addicted to Rhyme Hi. My name is Mike Dailey and I am addicted - - - to rhyme. Let me tell you my story. It all started out when I was quite young My first taste of rhyme was from my own mom’s tongue There was poor Humpty Dumpty and his fall from that wall That was among the first rhymes I recall And I’ll never forget how little Bo Peep Used rhythm and rhyme as she searched for her sheep Or all of the stories from that kind Mother Goose That led me to fall in with that wild Dr. Seuss And I think it was mom with her wry sense of humor That planted the seeds that became my rhyme tumor She’d slip me a limerick with a humorous twist Knowing that’s something I could never resist And when I grew up to become a teenager It was rhyme in the music that seduced me I’d wager Ray Stevens, Bob Dylan, Kris Kristofferson Or Weird Al Yankovic, I can’t blame only one By then I was hooked but I didn’t know it But I was then really a closeted poet I’d write and I’d write but I’d never share it I’d become a boy poet and I couldn’t bear it So I gave it all up and I said to myself I will not write a rhyme, leave my poems on a shelf Then I met a girl that would change my whole life And I had to convince her to become my wife So I wrote her a poem and one became two Two became three and before I was through The poems that I’d written, though not very good Got me the results that I hoped they would When I popped the question, she said “for all times” I think she was hooked by my rhythm and rhymes So I stand here before you and admit that I write it I’m addicted to rhyme and I simply can’t hide it I’m not seeking your help I just came to admit it Once hooked on rhyme, you never can quit it Let this be a warning, don’t pick up a pen And write down your thoughts with a rhyme at the end Or you may get hooked and before you know it You too may become a locally known poet