I made a rhyme (and eye liked it).

We're all familiar with eye rhymes, although I only discovered the term recently. An eye rhyme involves two words that look as though they should rhyme, like tough and through, but don't. At one time many of the words, which are spelled similarly, actually did rhyme, but changes in pronunciation caused them to cease doing so, especially during the Great Vowel Shift. Many lost their lives in that horrific seismic disaster.

I thought it would be a great idea to write a poem that doesn't actually rhyme, using only eye rhymes. I hope you'll play along at home by reading. To make it work properly, read the lines as if they actually did rhyme. Read aloud for the whole family to enjoy. Fun and educational!

"Moved by Love" 

by Frederick Key

The muse dost now within me move

To sing the virtues of my love

The perfect face, the perfect height

Long hair, and somewhat zaftig weight

All men say she’s a livin’ doll

(No, really! Here’s the latest poll!)

I bought her flowers at Ye Home Depot

Which she, forthwith, commenced to repot

Her taste proved flawless yet again!

Too bad her mother’s such a pain

Her father, though, is full of laughter

And fond of she, his youngest daughter

As well as all the family brood

Who swelled about me like a flood

One winter's day when, told to come,

I joined them in their modest home

And of my hunger I did slake

Upon some mushrooms (shiitake)

And bowls of peas and shredded wheat

Dad's generosity, it was great

But mother gave an angry cough

And said I ran through too much dough

She said that I would feel her shoe

Were I to eat just one more sloe

Dismissed, I sought a tree to climb

To reach my love from outstretched limb

To spirit her away to town

Elope, and make my love my own

But quelle surprise! And what a bother!

I got the window of her mother!

And with strong arms she used to knead

She threw me down upon my head

Now suffering grievous body harm

Through snow I slunk to go get warm

I sit in pain upon this tuffet

Within Ye Local Hometown Buffet

And muse upon my fortune low

With worried look on bloody brow

My heart within me deigns to break

My injured soul feels kinda weak

My hand so feebly inscribes this book

By just another lovesick kook.