A rule of thumb for riddled rhymes:
Tap, tap, tap, at least three times
into what makes each word you see
sound somewhat like a poet's tree,
leaving lofty laments left
right before you; thought bereft,
as though they'd passed by sight unseen.
'Unthought', is what I really mean
to say in ways you'll understand.
Consider that a rubber band
can stand when struck, and fearsome blows
sound, often as not, like someone knows
that tones alone, as thumbed above,
when mixed with a well labored love
of sound, resounds into a sky
where words, thusly thumbed, sound sung, like 'Hi',
when someone new means it in greeting
someone else who's been seen beating
rubberband-like chords, thumb-struck
by happenstance. In terms of luck,
each season brings a chance; a thing
like thumb-struck rubberbands that sing
to you, and all those you are thinking
might best read these rhymes while drinking.
But since this writing, and this page
presents to some who are underage,
I won't condone such seasoned spirits
to all who read, and think they hear it
said instead such thoughts not thunk
pertaining to those spirits, drunk.
A thought thusly thumbed, while of sound mind,
produced this type; one of its kind.