Rhyming Man

once upon a time there lived a silly man that rhymed.
and he rhymed, nearly all the time.
he couldn't stop once an idea popped into his head.
rhyming until his face turned red..
then rhyming still more, until he fell into bed.
there was no end to the rhymes he could make,
and he never stopped, for rhyming's sake.
oh! the absurd words that he would say!
every day he found new ways to play.
because the fun of words lasts forever,
and he would never ever stop rhyming, because he liked nothing better.
he loved words more than breath, more than life.
and he would never tell her, but he loved words more than his wife.
you could probably find in his mind every possible rhyme there ever could be.
but he would say with great dismay, that there are still more rhymes to see.
for you could rhyme one word against two:
you could rhyme dismay this way and his ways of saying it were entertaining too.
whether nonsense or profound, the sounds of his rhymes were always a joy to hear.
girls and boys came from near and far, by plane and by car, to see this rhyming superstar.
but one sad day, he finally lost his voice.
don't be mad at him, it wasn't his choice.
because he couldn't rhyme, i started rhyming too.
and you should also start rhyming, because it's so fun to do.