I Bolero, have been cursed
Rhyming seems to be my thirst,
And though it seems that I am toying,
It's very serious and quite annoying,
For I cannot speak unless I rhyme,
And it becomes bothersome from time to time
But should you see me in Layo
Be not shy and give a friendly "Hello"
For should I hear your friendly greeting,
I'll look forward to our meeting.
The only time that I'm not worried,
About rhyming, is when I'm telling stories,
For there are some stories too great to tell,
With a metered voice and rhythmic bell,
So if in fact, I'm not Rhyming,
Gather round for story timing,
And though I seem the stereotypical Bard,
Rhyming is actually very hard,
So if and when you hear my name,
You'll know rhyming is synonomous with Willinsbane.
