Murdo Girl…When rhyming goes wrong

Recently, my brother said that I was quite prolific.

Proceeding cautiously, I asked if he’d be more specific.

He said, “Prolific means productive… and that I can’t deny.

You’re blogging yourself crazy. I’m afraid your brain will fry.”


I told him I appreciated his genuine concern.

I let him make his point, and then I took my turn.

I know I’ve been a writing fool. Please let me tell you why.

The more I get distressed… the more my fingers fly.

I sit by my computer and I know I have to type.

I don’t have a beginning, much less an end in site.

My mind goes other places. It knows I need relief.

So much has been revealed to me. It’s way beyond belief.

Cancer is a scary word you never want to hear.

My brother said, “I get it…I’ve heard it too, my dear.

I said, “I thought you would be the one to understand.

Do you think my blogging has gotten out of hand?”

“Blog away,” he said. “If it helps to calm your mind.

But can’t you write in prose? Must every story rhyme?”

Holy cow! Have I gone crazy? Is my brain fried like he said?

I can’t stop all the rhyming going on inside my head!

I saw my brother’s eyes get big and I knew he understood.

All his thoughts were rhyming, too… but in his case that’s not good.

I can’t hear! You’re laying on my ear!

He called a few weeks later, asking if they’d found a cure.

He couldn’t stop from rhyming, and had all he could endure.

“I don’t believe they have,” I said, as I folded rhyming socks.

“But I have a nice surprise. I’m sending you a rhyming box.”



Thank you, Rebecca, for this box full of fun. You’re loving and kind and I’m the grateful one.

2 thoughts on “Murdo Girl…When rhyming goes wrong

  1. sanjuan831 May 23, 2019 / 8:58 am

    I have often wondered about this rhyming condition, syndrome, symptom…call it what you want. But I didn’t know it ran in your family! Geez Louise! Uh-oh.

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