Monorhyme Because they Make me Fresh

The merry widow’s marvelous mincemeat melody Was gradually heard around three by the old oak tree Honestly said Bert, the bumblebee, is this the Grand Prix? Miraculously, there was a royal red revelry A chickadee landed on the right knee of Diana Dee Making her a friend in furious practicality Old oak tree receded into the loving forest canopy Forming a deliberate, desired universal solid symmetry Would you like a chewy chickpea Lee asked widow and me. I heard hyena-like laughter from Leroy, the red-butted monkey Rolling them in warm tortillas is the chef’s secret recipe Flamboyant frog huffed away, jingling her copper jewelry The rest of us stared, which we do on Wednesdays, habitually Being yourself and making no apology is the key said monkey The faeries made themselves tinier, they were in fact now wee Lovely monorhyme in progress, guessed my observant cousin Vee I must agree said my boss, the pompous persnickety Mr. McGee The rhymes are rather delightful, and frankly, there are plenty.