The Boy Who Had to Rhyme
No one knows what he had done,
but the curse could not be undone.
Could it be, when he was a child,
by some witch, he was beguiled?
Bound, he was, to a life of insanity,
relegated to mindless inanity.
Whatever was his awful crime,
he could only speak in rhyme.
What makes it so much worse
is that he cannot write free verse.
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