The World

If the world spoke only in rhymes, ah what a glorious time!

Everyone would think before they would speak,

No idiots allowed, all fools rendered meek.

This would be a place where only brilliance shined,

And the rest would be fodder to die in the vines.

Our hearts would be true to the magic of rhyme,

And our souls forever intertwined in wine!

Its elegance, its drama, its emotion laid bare,

For all to taste, for all for but to stare!

Words are like liquids that pass between our lips.

Its subtle taste slowly opens, and then drips,

We recognize the very best and welcome them more,

To bring what they can, to give all they have in store.

Rhyme lends to creativity, to verses anew,More than anyone else could ever hope to do!