I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
You want to know how to rhyme, then learn how to add. It's mathematics.
A lot of my rhymes are just to get chuckles out of people. Anybody with half a brain is going to be able to tell when I'm joking and when I'm serious.
The past does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.
Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You're on your own, and you know what you know. And you are the guy who'll decide where to go.
I was always making up rhymes. But I never thought that poetry would become my life.
Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.
Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!
Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck.
I was promised on a time
To have reason for my rhyme;
From that time unto this season,
I received nor rhyme nor reason.
I like Fisher Price music, nursery rhymes, and the alphabet song.
The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.
I love the idea that 'a person is a person no matter how small'.
I love rhymes; I love to write a poem about New York and rhyme 'oysters' with 'The Cloisters.' And 'The lady from Knoxville who bought her brassieres by the boxful.' I just feel a sort of small triumph.
Now between the meanings of words and their sounds there is ordinarily no discoverable relation except one of accident; and it is therefore miraculous, to the mystic, when words which make sense can also make a uniform objective structure of accents and rhymes.
Look at life through the wrong end of the telescope.
Today you are you! That is truer than true!
One fish Two fish Red fish Blue fish!
Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.
My fans love me for me, my beats, my rhymes.
The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
So ahead of my time even when i rhyme about the future I be reminiscing
the poet like an acrobat climbs on rime to a high wire of his own making.
You are the guy who'll decide where to go.
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