Instalment One Hundred and Forty Eight

The On Paper Poet presents Rhymes For Your Eyes Only.

This poem’s a poem for only your eyes to read.
If you try and speak it aloud you will be mislead.

For now is the time for you to let eyes to lead.
It’s harder to say then any poem you have ever read.

For all the pronunciations you see, that they take turns and alternate.
Not big or small changes mind you, they are just moderate.

You are the boss, take charge, it is all yours to moderate.

But just when you think it’s one rhyme it’s not, it is the alternate.

Lined up in rows, is this eye rhyming content.

Mind and mouth will have rows and not be content.
Wrap it up in bows, it is a wonderful present.

But take your bows quick should you choose to present.

Loud and clear, make sure your voice does project.
Should you try to master this difficult project.

To many errors your audience will be subject

If you should tackle this difficult subject.

Your ego to ridicule, you must willingly expose.

The end is near, fear not it’s getting so close. 

No scandal for you, no silly exposé.

For on this last line trust me, the poem will close.