Lurkers
I can’t be bothered to rhyme,
Though I probably will…
They sneak upon me, hidden from ear,
Slotting-in at the end of lines,
My tell-tale style,
As it were…
If I try to keep them out
The lines sound bare,
Or false and strained, somehow…
I know there’s some about,
But I can’t tell where…
Oh…yeah…I see them now…
Rhyming Couplets 