Hang on, stitching together your page...
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?
Think of musical notes poorly mixed
of raspingly dissonant wrong.
But with finely minced melody, rhythm, and harmony
you’ll turn grating discord into song.
The same truth holds for speech
tossed together and jumbled
you’ve concocted a salad of words
but no meter, no rhyme, and no reason?
and your salad’s a pile of turds.