"Write" now, what rhyming words are you feeling? Poems, Lyrics, Originals... Serious or Sarcastic.

She called me baby baby all night long
used to hold and kiss me till the dawn

And one day I awoke and she was gone there's
no more baby baby all night long
............................ Harlan Howard - She Called Me Baby


Candi Staton did a great cover as He Called Me Baby



ROCKMAN

Humptee Dumptee sat on wall,
Humptee Dumptee had a great fall,
all the king's horses and
all the king's men couldn't put Humptee together again.

And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

"What am I do in Rome ? If a book is bad, I cannot praise it, or ask for a copy. I am, as it were, a useless body with a dead right hand".

Juvenal: Satire III

The Raven (kind of long, so this is only the first stanza)

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Edgar Allan Poe


Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost


Mother to Son

Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
Langston Hughes


Fleas

Adam
Had'em
Ogden Nash

Bummer, wrote what I thought was a nice Keith poem and have lost it.

I do recall one of my favorite lines was "fueled by 30 thousand and 1 Watts"

I am waiting, I am waiting, oh yeah, oh yeah
I am waiting, I am waiting, oh yeah, oh yeah
Waiting for someone to come out of somewhere
Waiting for someone to come out of somewhere

Rolling Stones - I Am Waiting