I fancied just a little rhyme before I went to bed
Not too big, a mini snack, a tiny pull of thread
But having one, it didn't fill the appetite I had
I needed more, just one or two, but three more would be bad.
But once I popped, I couldn't stop, these rhymes were just like pringles
For rhyming words are not alone, they never come in singles
Instead I found so many words that soon I was surrounded
The words poured out like cheerios and left me here dumbfounded.
What could I do with all the words now lying on the floor?
And every second that passed by had words increasing more
Then finally I think I found the perfect place to throw them
I scooped them up and mixed them round to make a little poem!
Alex Price is a Primary Teacher and father of two, living in St Helens, England. He has a degree in creative writing from LJMU and writes poetry and short stories inspired by the world around him. When he isn't writing, he can be found rock climbing or being climbed on by his children.