Rhyming Curse
I think my problem’s getting worse.
My every thought is thought in verse.
This habit’s now become a curse.
It happens all the time.
Each word inside me rattles round.
It plays with pattern, rhythm, sound
and won’t come out until it’s found
a perfect one to rhyme.
I wish I knew the way to mend
this most excruciating trend.
Just when will this affliction end?
What happens if it grows?
It’s shown no signs of stopping yet.
If I go on like this I bet
my brain will very soon forget
the way to think in prose.
Australian Children’s Poetry Website 
Great, Jenny!
Thank you for your comment on my poem. Sorry about the late response but I’m only just getting used to the whole blog process.
What a wonderful poem, Jenny. I really related to the dilemma.
Thank you for your comment. It’s always rewarding to find someone relating to your words.
It’s a good poem, Jenny, and it’s true. When you’ve been stuck in poetry mode for a while, it’s hard to switch to prose. Same thing applies if you’ve been writing plays
. At least for me.