Eulogy for Rhyme

Whatever happened to rhyming verse?
It’s fallen dead. Quick! Call the nurse!
Oh no. Too late, bring on the hearse
The criticisms cast their curse
Now laid to rest is rhyming verse

 

“Poetry is read, not heard!
To dwell on sounds is just absurd
We’ve tagged and gagged that old song bird
Killed it dead, so reast assured
You’ll no more hear the rhyming word.”

There was a time when people rhymed
They’d sing with thrill, they’d trill and chime
To dizzy heights those words would climb
Now? Not even worth a dime
We’ve said so long to words that rhyme.

We’ve given up on playful sounds
Buried them deep, down underground
Far from sight, they shan’t be found
A little lump of earth - a mound
Is all that’s left of rhyming sound.