I Hate Rhyming
By R.e. Taylor
He hoped to travel far
Trying to find the bizarre
Starting at the bazaar
He found himself a motorcar
A sporty looking Jaguar
He also found a drawer
And a sitar
Then he lit a cigar
And got into his car
Went to the bar
And realized that he wasted time
It was too hard to rhyme
So, he got drunk and quit
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