In Need of the Fifth's Protection

Or,

If I Write a Poem and No One Reads it, Does it Still Rhyme?

True poets never tire of rhyming,
Always fussing with the timing,
Fretting over every word
Till just the sound they want is heard,
And whether verb or interjection,
Giving it the right inflection,
Ever striving for perfection…
But words like purple, orange, and month
Will turn a bard into a dunth;
So those who hold their pencils haughtily
And carelessly (or maybe naughtily)
Use words that there's no rhyming with
Had best not fail to plead the Fifth.

                   —O. Nonymous

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