This rhyming's surely an addiction.
Is it solely my affliction?
Don't leave me here all by myself,
So many rhymes upon the shelf.
Upon my hands there's too much time.
Panache dear sir, have you no rhyme?

Okay, I just can't help myself.......

To wear the kilt and the sporran,
It's bifurcation we're abhorrin'.
Let'm dangle, let'm swing,
Tis of liberty I sing.
No more ado, ifs, ands, or buts,
Don't let the squirrels claw your nuts.

I don't think I can stop! Help!