What Makes Me Tick
In early years, we introduce
Our kids to rhymes of Mother Goose
And then move up to Dr. Seuss
In hopes that joy will stick.
In school, most teachers reproduce
Some famous poems and then induce
Their students, taking no excuse,
To write their versions, quick.
This seems like language arts abuse
And children might just say vamoose
When rhyme and rhythm, like a noose,
Constrain them, tight and thick.
To me, though, as you might deduce,
My rhyming helps my thoughts flow loose,
So ‘til my brain runs out of juice,
It’s what will make me tick.
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