Bottled

Could I bottle up my words, And send it off to sea? Could I seal it with a cork? Would that be enough for me? Was it ever enough for me? Was it really? Just take the time, And ask yourself this question too, F*** this poem, I hate rhyme. Look, This is what I’m talking about. Would this bottle be enough? This bottle I call rhyme. It sets boundaries far too tough. And often I do struggle, Struggle finding words to fill the gap, But sometimes it’s quite hard to find, .... <b>Rhyme ending:</b>"Its time for Jonny's nap" <b>Right ending:</b>"The appropriate words that rhyme"