The Lost Realm of Rhyme

the sounds of a world which once rang with the magical rhythms of rhyme from sheep being shorn of wool to remedies given by the spoonful magic lie in the ticking of clocks nonsensical like hickory-dickory-dock sugar coating the process of learning lessons came with a cadenced adorning sailors at work on their ships sea shanties sprang from their lips cowpokes alone on the range clerks counting out the small change uncrowned royalty without retinue pouring forth all the things which they knew beauty came with words which were said as if laughter and precision had wed abandon in the scramble for time the long lost realm of rhyme