Poems with rhymes of Rhyme

Lang syne I penned a mickle rhyme
That muckle grief brocht to my soul;
For critics said 'twas aye a crime

Eight years after 2003-A prime after prime,
As we transcend time after time,
To welcome 2011, rhyme after rhyme.

They say everything heals, just give it time
But how do I put their lies into rhyme?

When life went so like a dreamy rhyme
That it seems to me now that then
The world was having a jollier time

Come, sing us a nursery rhyme.
For, in spite of our whiskers, we elderly friskers
Are kiddes the most of our time.

And glory for all time
Keep the boy Tom who tending geese
First made the nursery rhyme.

Not knowing how to spend his time,
Does make a wretched shift,
To deafen them with puns and rhyme."

Golden than they, and which adorn our Rhyme,
As did rough pendants of barbaric ore
Some pillared temple of the olden time.

Blood of our blood, in every clime!
Race of our race, by every sea!
To you we sing the Christmas rhyme,

And I was to pay you in rhyme.
Although I am loth to inflict your
Most easy of consciences, I'm

A fitting melody--an air sublime,--
A song sun-washed and draped in dreamy haze--
The floss and velvet of luxurious rhyme:

one step at a time
sharing a rhyme

And now adieu, a fond adieu to thee, O muse of rhyme--
I do remand thee to the shades until that happier time

It seemed corrival of the world's great prime,
Made to un-edge the scythe of Time,
And last with stateliest rhyme.

Still may syllabes jar with time,
Still may reason war with rhyme,

watered through time,
a parable written rhyme...

Brave singer of the coming time,
Sweet minstrel of the joyous present,
Crowned with the noblest wreath of rhyme,

Grow centres for the art uv weavin' rhyme,
Wiv dinky 'arps fer blokes to plunk upon,
An' spruiking poits workin' overtime.

The one who reads this rhyme.
So they will realize
Love created every time.

No doubt with "shepherds" of this time
He's not the "clean potato",
Because -- excuse me for my rhyme --