Sometimes rhyming words all come together in my head and then turn into a poem of sorts. It most often occurs when I am very stressed about something. This is a little piece from a couple of days ago.
Tell half the story, half the truth
Hiding in your liar’s booth.
Leave out the beginning, change the end
If facts don’t fit, you’ll make them bend.
Sad you’re so misunderstood
Though you hold the axe and wear a hood.