March 26: rhymes with house (15 minutes)

Sometimes I feel inclined to reiterate that these writing exercises are done with the intention of not editing while I go along. Natalie Goldberg's teachings say that we writers should try to get out of the way of ourselves, to not edit as we go along. Sometimes writings that come out in this manner sound amateurish. Other times there are little glimmers of brilliance. I managed to rhyme three lines in a row except for one line in the middle, which was at the bottom of the notebook page...

into the house
where the spouse
found a louse
and she said
he'd be dead
'cause when they wed
he promised her
to not deter
from being sir
and she agreed
that's all she'd
really need
but now he's gone
and stuck his dong
in some ping pong
on the dirty side
of the coyote hide
and bona fide
he did her wrong
to late too long
to sing a song
of sorrow now
she's having a cow
asking him how
he could be so dumb
to give her the thumb
and beat his drum
like he's been good
as good as he should
when she simply could
bring up the fact
without any tact
she knows he sacked
up with that wench
'cause her very stench
is on the bench
at the foot of the bed
where he must've said
baby give me head
my wife won't know
she's at the show
and you're a willing 'ho'
and so she did it
and dribbled spit
mixed up in shit
where she had no right
but she works the night
with perfect hindsight
and doesn't answer
or even pander
to a wealthy man or
to his wife she
takes the dough
or sometimes blow
from Mr. Doe
and smiles at him
and sits all prim
and proper, femme
fatale perhaps
from dancing in laps
to spreading claps
congratulations
not crotch mutations
nor gonorrhations
she's good and clean
a squeaky late teen
or what's your scene
she'll do that too
how do you do
what are you into
I'll get my rope
or shoot your dope
whatever the scope
in this risky career
take it up the rear
let cigarettes sear
but don't burn deep
scars I can't keep
for when I peep
dance way downtown
I can be brown
but not a clown
with polka dots
or scratches and blots
I may be a robot
but I'm not a doll
not a toy at all---