She slinked in from somewhere
And one didn’t quite foresee
The kind of power that she would wield
O’er the rational me

Like an epidemic rare
She’s raging thru the place
Been diagnosed as Rhyme-itis
She just can’t be erased

She’s so infectious, gets quite tough
To resist her spell
Once you’ve succumbed, there’s just no hope
You’re hooked and truly well!

Her hallucinations span
Through dimensions vast
In a trice, you’re in future-land
Then back to eras past

From daily woes to feelings fine
The rhythm carries on
Love, angst and rebellion to boot
Are all reduced to song!

Who’ll stop this crazy juggernaut
That makes poets of us all?
She’s got us trapped, all we can do
Is heed her rhythmic call!