Debbie's Rhyme Schema

"Iffin I woulda, iffin ONLY I coulda, WELL some think I shoulda, that I misunderstooda cause my brains made of wooda!" said Pinocchio. "A toy's life's sublime without thought of rhyme we dances ta chimes , we've plenty of time an alway in our prime !" Pinocchio said. "But, ta be a boy , the real McCoy" he said real coy, I'd really enjoy the Hoi polloi," said Pinocchio. Gepetto sat with his wine as string he did twine and pondered his line for he was kind, then spoke his mind and he said ... "My little wooda boy, now's notta the season, we're freezin'listen to Papa's reason," he said "God says it's treason and it's His laws we be pleasin' so getta to your bed!" Wood whittlin' rose spittle and words noncommittal, he sighed, just a little and said with voice brittle, "My son ... Maybe tomorrow you'll sprout and I'll route you a new pair of shoes to wear out and about you'll be handsome no doubt." The toy slept and Geppetto whittled. Of the matter he prattered for he wished not to shatter the boys dream to tatters, he was mad as a hatter, it seems? The hall clock did chime midnight, a cricket didclimb the workbench to chatter a soft mime sublime. Gepetto did not notice at least for some time! Jimmy Cricket was his name; he told old Geppetto a wee green sage from a Golden book's page and the meadow. [They were the rage!] They helped to make boy toys for life on the stage and this is how Pinocchio's life was engaged! woulda coulda shoulda misunderstooda wooda sublime rhyme chimes prime time enjoy coy boy McCoy Hoi polloi twine kind line wine mind reason season treason freezin' pleasin' brittle little spittle noncommittal whittlin' out about route sprout doubt. hatter shatter prater matter tatter chime mime sublime climb time page sage stage engage rage