It's a crime not to Rhyme

As I stand inside poetry court,

I never truly thought

It was a crime not to rhyme…

I never knew, when I walked though poetry market,

And saw that beautiful red carpet.

It was a crime not to rhyme…

It's not a crime to steal or to kill,

As long as you can rhyme,

You don't have to do the time.

I didn't know this, you see, when I asked to buy

That beautiful red carpet, down at poetry market.

And now it is off to jail for me,

To do my time.

As it's a crime not to rhyme…