Spreading Fast

So silly ...

I don’t want to alarm you

but I’m feeling very ill

No, I do not have a fever,

a headache or a chill

 

There’s only one known symptom

and it’s with me all the time ~

Every sentence that I utter

comes out in metered rhyme

 

I went to see my doctor,

a capable clinician

But he said there was no cure

for this rare, bizarre condition

 

I fear that it’s contagious,

a pandemic international

based on observations

that are really very rational

 

You see, there is this poet

with whom I correspond ~

he has the same affliction,

and he’s way across the pond! 

Author's Note

Beware, WC!
You must stay quite keen
Doc unleashed a virus
which has no vaccine! :)

Reviews

[Lobster Goldberg]

This is so great! I am glad I found this one.. you are quite talented :)

[Rita L. Sev]

Thanks, Lobster! This one was in response to a friend here at WC who wrote about his own rhyming illness... Lol!

[Aehr]

I wouldn't complain if I were you! Especially since I haven't written a poem in what seems like ages... I honestly love this poem though. Very cleverly written. Good job :D

[Rita L. Sev]

You're right, Rhea - I am glad to "suffer" from this affliction! Thanks!

[richom]

Don't fight it, Rita. I'm sure people find conversing with you much livelier as a result. And it is painless.
I enjoyed the whole expertly written poem, especially the clinician/condition rhyme. Richard

[Rita L. Sev]

Thanks, Rich! You are right, it is a painless affliction! :)

[icelandicblue]

What a great poem. I love rhyme. There is nothing quite like a fine rhyme if you ask me. You did a great job on this Rita, brava!

[Rita L. Sev]

I rhyme because it's fun - though I know it's not for everyone. Thanks, Blue!

[David Scott]

Sounds like you know Dr Wood...
To me being silly is good.
You rhyme like you should.
Much like Dr. Wood.
I'd rhyme all my words if I could.

[Rita L. Sev]

Yes, I know Doc,
Dear Mr. Scott,
And I must say,
Your rhymes are hot. :)

Thanks, David!

[David Scott]

Hot or cold
Flat or bold
When Rita writes
The story's sold

Don't take a pill
We all can chill
Rhymes will thrill
If we just stay real...

I know I'm thick
My brain's not quick
I don't care a lick
Please let me be "sick". ;)

[Frieda P]

Will you two stop showing the fook off! ;-P

[Angi]

Ha! ...and what a wonderful affliction to have! You always make me smile, Rita. Your Doc, too! I hope your days are going well. Miss you, girlie! Angi~

[Rita L. Sev]

It is indeed! Thanks, Angi! I am spending less time here now that school is in session, but I'm still around!

[Jack...]

Very funny Rita. I had this disease for a time but overcame the need to rhyme. Never again will you see, same sounding words penned by me. I wouldn't say it is contagious, but bordering on the outragious. It's not a disease, but a curse. I'll spend my time writing free verse.

[Rita L. Sev]

Poor Jack, in denial... ;) Thank you, my friend!

[Lydia Shutter]

Perhaps it is a virus, it's sometimes hard to tell, but to me it seems like heaven, a place where poets dwell! :) Your poem made me smile this morning, Rita. Just delightful. Yes, Dr. Wood has infected us all! LOL Lydi**

[Rita L. Sev]

:) Thanks, Lydi! Smiles are the best side-effect!

[Michael G. Smith]

wait did you just call our favorite pastime an affliction, lol?

[Rita L. Sev]

LOL! Well, it's better than the Boogie-Woogie Flu!

[Michael G. Smith]

hahaha!! You are funny.

[Michael G. Smith]

One more closer to that children's book of poetry.

[Rita L. Sev]

:) Thanks, Mike!