I need a cure to stop this rhyming,
Or up the wall I'll soon be climbing.
What's the cause that makes it happen,
Even sometimes when I'm crappin'.
If I'm out and walking roun',
Then I cannot write it down.
Within seconds it's all gone,
But replaced by another one!
Is it a curse or is it a talent,
I'd say if I was feeling gallant.
Could it be I'm just a sadist?
Or am I trying to just exist?
Well I guess one more won't hurt,
Even if it is overt.
You don't really have to read this,
You could skip it, give it a miss.
I'm not sure quite why you bother,
Unless it's just to read to mother?
Or for the kids at their bed time,
Giving nightmares ain't a crime!
I'm the Grinch who round me whirled,
Weaponised rhymes from the underworld.
Or up the wall I'll soon be climbing.
What's the cause that makes it happen,
Even sometimes when I'm crappin'.
If I'm out and walking roun',
Then I cannot write it down.
Within seconds it's all gone,
But replaced by another one!
Is it a curse or is it a talent,
I'd say if I was feeling gallant.
Could it be I'm just a sadist?
Or am I trying to just exist?
Well I guess one more won't hurt,
Even if it is overt.
You don't really have to read this,
You could skip it, give it a miss.
I'm not sure quite why you bother,
Unless it's just to read to mother?
Or for the kids at their bed time,
Giving nightmares ain't a crime!
I'm the Grinch who round me whirled,
Weaponised rhymes from the underworld.
