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,
....
Rhyme ending:"Its time for Jonny's nap"
Right ending:"The appropriate words that rhyme"