Something that rhymes
is not a crime
it is what makes the world turn
that we all know,
even if we don't say so
it is a truth
we've known since we were young,
since life begun.
The sax plays
the guitar strums.
the piano tinkles
as only it can.
The triangle
The glockenspiel
Coconut halves
Galloping away.
Ole.
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