Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

   Poetry is in my blood Upon a whim, I'll write, Oft times my best work will emerge In quietness of night.     I've seen me have a pen and pad Beside my bed, close by, When lines roll up inside my thoughts I'll scribe them, ere they fly    Out of my mind, and far away Into that black beyond Where they seem lost, forever gone As diamonds in murk pond.     Prefer to write in formal style And with the rhyming grade It helps me to recall the lines    Ere memory will fade.