This started when, a couple of years ago, my thoughts actually did get stuck on rhymes. It kinda morphed into this. While writing, I kind of pictured the Tenth Doctor and Rose, so I hope their voices came across well enough.
Untitled Lyrical Poem
"Ah! Oh, no!
I'm thinking in rhymes!
Oh, it would be awful
Doing that all the time.
"Damn! Another rhyme.
This is getting quite sad.
If this doesn't end soon,
I may just go mad."
"You've always been mad!"
She says with a smile.
"As long as I've known you;
And I've known you a while."
"Ha-ha. Very funny.
You're just jealous, you see.
But that's okay. Not everyone's
As quick-witted as me.
"Ooh! That was quite good!
I should write a whole book.
I could make millions off --
Oi! What's with the look?"
"Your rhymes aren't that good.
They're weak and they're old.
How can you make millions
If no books are sold?"
"Always the skeptic, you are!"
I said with a grin.
So I set out to prove it
With paper and pen.
But, alas! She was right.
'Cause, wouldn't you know,
This was the only one to make it.
But on with the show.
I'll find something different.
You see, that's the thing.
I never give up.
Oh! I know! I'll sing!
Wasn't sure if I should post this here, and I'm a wee bit self-concious about this. So, please, review and let me know what you think! Ta! =)