Poem, poem here I come
But my rhyme won't come along
Look, I'm committing a crime
Will you come now, my dear rhyme?

I'm getting tired of waiting
Even my hands are shaking
Rhyme, when will you come?
When will my poem come along

Will it be March, April or June
Will you come when I play you a tune?
Could you please remember
To come before it's December?

Come into my house, rhyme oh rhyme
I'll offer you some wine, some wine
Just let me make you mine mine mine

Come over here, make your way
I'll even pour you some Rosé
We'll be very merry
And drink some Sherry

I'll ask you to kiss me
After some Whiskey
The next morning wait and see
I'll even make you some coffee

Rhyme, my dearest rhyme
Come now, it's about time
The adress you have must be wrong
Why else would you be taking so long?
Into the poem bring me some action
And I will give you some satisfaction