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Here I come expecting innocent fun
Instead many jokes, whilst Matilda chokes,
Are thrown around - more grotty than the ground -
But just as well, because she's doing swell,
Well a lil' better now, though nail's on brow,
Since puns and rhymes partly heal 'long with time,
Since they disguise the balm of caring tries
Which were prompted by some retired guy -
A girl in fact, but then rhyme would've lacked.
 
Here I come expecting innocent fun
Instead many jokes, whilst Matilda chokes,
Are thrown around - more grotty than the ground -
But just as well, because she's doing swell,
Well a lil' better now, though nail's on brow,
Since puns and rhymes partly heal 'long with time,
Since they disguise the balm of caring tries
Which were prompted by some retired guy -
A girl in fact, but then rhyme would've lacked.

Mad skills.
 
Save an unintended break from the rule in the second last line :weary:
 
"Here " the owl hooted "come my expectations"
"Matilda doth gasps and is in need of salvation!'
But the rhymsters threw down phrases so muddied,
Which perked up Matilda, whose mind is quite sullied.
With a mani and a pedi and a buzzing epilator
She spruced up quite nicely for some cyberabator.
While the rhymsters two-fold entendre surmised,
Just a geezer on safari for a lioness' pride
 
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Hey @Stu, unrhyme me!!! :m081:
An imaginary bloke started talking in rhyme and riddle and before long he got in a right fiddle. He looked high and low, and could see no-where to go to get himself out of the pickle. He knew of a bloke named Stu, and thought he might know what to do..so he went along and sung him a song ....
 
The bloke from our imagination
called out for a rhyming sensation
Mellisa stepped in,
grinning a grin,
she spanked one without hesitation.
 
^imaginary bloke said hey @Stu unrhyme me

he sung in a curious wail, and beat his drum till his hands were frail.
..after a big swig of gin he sat on a tin
and his face fell soft and pale,
then he fell in a slump, and with nothing all all for lunch
fell asleep on a bail of hay, a curious thing happening when he woke,
he opened his mouth and spoke, and he was unrhymed for the rest of the day.
 
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