Hang on, stitching together your page...

Droddy, leading us on

There’s a practical question that we must address
amid this fantastic creation.

Why the rhyme?

Is it weaving of artful finesse
or engaging in word masturbation?

There’s a practical question that we must address
amid this fantastic creation:
Why the rhyme? Is it weaving of artful finesse
or engaging in word masturbation?

Droddy, grating

Think of musical notes poorly mixed

a cacophony

of raspingly dissonant wrong.

Think of musical notes poorly mixed: a cacophony
of raspingly dissonant wrong.

Droddy, mincing

But with finely minced melody, rhythm, and harmony

you’ll turn grating discord into song.

But with finely minced melody, rhythm, and harmony,
you’ll turn grating discord into song.

Droddy, tosser

The same truth holds for speech

tossed together and jumbled
you’ve concocted a salad of words

The same truth holds for speech: tossed together and jumbled
you’ve concocted a salad of words

Droddy, turdler

but no meter, no rhyme, and no reason?

You’ve bumbled

and your salad’s a pile of turds.

but no meter, no rhyme, and no reason? You’ve bumbled
and your salad’s a pile of turds.