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.