Night Rhyme Snack

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!