Spellchecker Hates The Rhyming Couplet


My words, they need to be with yours at once
Combining rhymes and wordplay would be fun
Our poetry should make a date for lunch
If words be wine, we’d write a toast to puns

We’d raise a book and drink the beats right in
I’d watch your sexy assonance pass by
Ingesting and inspecting everything
From filthy talk to sweet soliloquy

Imagine how incredible, this bit:
If you and I -together- wrote each page
Celestial prescriptions would be writ
One script, twin players waiting for a stage.

Our wordy weapuns armed, now forth we go;
Unto the battlefield of rhyme and prose.

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