Rhyme stinks Methinks Of bad modernism, Stained rationalism, Releasing into a genre A fusty creation Below the bardic station Representing an old world order, Of morality, Prudery, Tomfoolery and Chicanery.
Rhyme stinks Methinks Of semantic vanity Non sequitur insanity Forcing language Into straitjacketed rules, Insisting upon a literary school, As you may be aware Apart from other things Rhyme is sheer waste of time And believe me This is no ordinary crime.
