Galen: Today is rhyme day!

Lyra: Look at this horn I used to play!

Lyra: Back in high school I was in the band  (A/N: Apparently high school now exists in derp's headcanons Star Wars)

Lyra: We'd play to our heart's content

Galen: How grand!

Lyra: I used to love playing it. I even gave it a name.

Lyra: But I just named it Horn.

Galen: Does it still play the same?

Lyra: It does. It plays its notes crystal clear

Lyra: Despite being worn with wear and tear

Lyra: You can feel all its dents and the strain on the high key

Jyn: Yo, what's going on?

Galen: Lyra's feeling Horn-y

Lyra and Jyn: *smack Galen with a frying pan each before Lyra proceeds to chase him out of the house, blowing her horn*
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Yeah... kinda lame

Do you prefer poems that speak to the mind (non-rhyming ones) or poems that rhyme?