make a rhyme under this post please.

Another one...oh well.

There was a young man from Leeds.
Who swallowed a packet of seeds....
Long tufts of grass
Shot out his arse...
And his cock was covered in weeds.

Is it time
to make a rhyme?
Like tying twine
around a pine.
And stringing a line
across the fine
green design
of the sign
and take a shine
to a nice wine.

I sling a stone
hit a star,
In bits a pieces
in a jar,
the empty space
in dark sky,
The night weeps
in sad sighs,
Her lost sparkle
a deep scar,
Now a glitter
in my Jar.

Now I’m building a door
So I won’t see you anymore.

There was a young man from Ballyquin
Who spent his life wondering how it went in.
The end was drawing near
But the priest said have no fear
At least you weren't living in sin.

Are you asking pridefully, or will you get on your knees?

I simply have no time to construct for you a rhyme.