"Nothing Rhymes with Astrid"
There was a boy of fourteen,
Trying to woo a girl.
And his first thought had been
To give poems a whirl.
It started off okay,
Though harder than he'd thought.
But then, to his dismay,
A mistake, he'd caught.
He cursed that stupid brain of his.
He should have seen it sooner.
For, you see, the problem is
That nothing rhymes with Astrid.
He searched for words with the same ending,
Yet he had found none.
But he couldn't start pretending
That his work was done.
He tried to write of what he saw
When he looked at her,
how every time he loosed his jaw,
His thoughts began to blur.
There was only so far to go
Before he'd get stumped.
And the thing which stumped him so
Was nothing rhymes with Astrid.
He had to stop. His fingers hurt.
They'd grown tired of writing.
He had to keep this next part curt,
To keep his digits fighting.
He knew he'd skirted 'round the task,
The problem still unsolved.
A question had yet to be asked.
It tested his resolve.
He needed to add her name.
To show it was for her.
Yet to him no answer came;
'Cause nothing rhymes with Astrid.
Maybe it's meant to be alone,
As no words stand beside it.
To him it's beauty was well known,
So no one can deride it.
But no, he can't believe
That she'd remain a maiden.
He'd never let himself concede
That she could not be taken.
Her name had value, like a gem,
It's elegance unrivaled.
It stood out from the rest of them,
'Cause nothing rhymes with Astrid.
Finally he had a plan,
To get her to take notice:
Bring her this letter by his hand
And give her some roses.
He poured his very heart and soul
Into a silly poem.
He came there to meet a goal
And if not, he'd go home.
So at your doorway, I now stand, and look to you above me.
I want to ask of something grand, and hope that you won't shove me,
I came to ask you for your hand and say, "Astrid, will you love me".
What I'd give to see
A world fit for my dreams
With you, Toothless, and maybe me;
For, I will rhyme with Astrid.
A/N: This took so much more time and effort than I had originally thought, because I basically had to make up my own rhyme scheme for it. I'm fairly certain that, indeed, nothing truly rhymes with Astrid, hence why I made this poem which is just full of metaphors and references for you to pick apart. However, there are slant rhymes, words with similar endings that are just ever-so-slightly different, for Astrid: cast rid, fast rid, etc. But, her name is pronounced "Ass-chrid" as opposed to "Ast-rid". This is a kinda complicated concept, so basically, just take my word for it :)
-Nick (ncham9)