Rhyme Time.

I hate poems that rhyme.

Oh, how I hate them with a passion.

Words spill on the page with heartfelt pain, thus creating a reaction.

The reaction you see is looked at with glee by some.

To others, a disdain for the misery it has revealed.

However, it does not relate to me of late,

and that sometimes makes me feel like a heel.

T.A. Dieringer.