I fancied just a little rhyme before I went to bed
Not too big, a mini snack, a tiny pull of thread
But having one, it didn’t fill the appetite I had
I needed more, just one or two, but three more would be bad.
But once I popped, I couldn’t stop, these rhymes were just like pringles
For rhyming words are not alone, they never come in singles
Instead I found so many words that soon I was surrounded
The words poured out like cheerios and left me here dumbfounded.
What could I do with all the words now lying on the floor?
And every second that passed by had words increasing more
Then finally I think I found the perfect place to throw them
I scooped them up and mixed them round to make a little poem!
