the girl who will never write again

Once upon a time

There was a girl who had a rhyme

She rhymed with a shoe

She rhymed with some slime

She rhymed portmanteau

And a chuck, rhymed with prime.

She rhymed up an orange

On a skeet shoot ranger.

She rhymed down a purple saint

With a snap'n turtle.

There was a strange match up

Twixt a fly-boy and a gator.

She even found a way

To tape a potter to a tater.

It was easy peas, she thought

Rhyme just comes - never needs caught - But then, one night, a flea in her ear

Whispered, "You can't write...

You're used up, my dear.

No one cares bout your words, anyway,

Or what you do... or what you say. "

And so she put away her pen.

Maybe she'll take up golf ...or zen.

Not for her - happy life ever after

That damn flea good an' zapped her.