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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578034" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rhyming Flu</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s 1: 15 A.M.<br>I’m sitting here in bed; <br>I want to go to sleep, <br>But rhymes are in my head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I just came upstairs; <br>I was just on the com, <br>Working out a poem; <br>For Ainaa to recite in the morn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The problem with rhyme and I; <br>Is that it starts and never stops, <br>Remember it’s one o’clock; <br>But rhymes still pulse my thoughts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I’m writing this very rhyme; <br>Hoping my rhyme runs out, <br>But such a hope’s impossible; <br>When my rhymes are as abundant as trout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know what you all are thinking: <br>“This rhyme is simply a gimmick; <br>This boy’s not really sleepy, <br>He’s wide awake with this limerick.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“This story of sleep is really; <br>Just some tricky plot, <br>To make you think he flows out rhyme; <br>Like water from a cracked pot.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, nay, it is true; <br>I’ve got the rhyming flu, <br>I’m hoping that by writing this rhyme; <br>All my rhymes shall be through.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aha, I know the cure; <br>The medicine’s no longer obscure! <br>To end this awful rhyme; <br>I need a word that does NOT rhyme! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve heard of the word before; <br>It’s like English’s Achilles heel, <br>No matter how hard you rhyme; <br>Its un-rhyming-ness is an iron veil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Touché now rhyming flu; <br>This word I give to you! <br>Try rhyming the word ‘month’<br>…Ha-ha, you can’t now, can you! ? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rhyming flu has left me…<br>I can feel it leaving my mind…<br>Ahhh… I am so relieved…<br>The clock says it’s now sleepy time...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">…zZzZZZ</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Chan">Warren Chan</a><div class=q>
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I’m sitting here in bed; 
I want to go to sleep, 
But rhymes are in my head.

I just came upstairs; 
I was just on the com, 
Working out a poem; 
For Ainaa to recite in the morn.

The problem with rhyme and I; 
Is that it start..."></div>
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