A Way to Say I'll Play Today

It started with a poem
by some Random Chick
a story of her ass
and how it was so sick.

The story struck me funny
I needed to reply,
but how to frame an answer
it made me want to sigh.

So I took it upon myself
and came up with this thought
I'll answer with a rhyme
and put her on the spot.

I took some quiet time
and made the words all fit
I sent them on their way
the comment was a hit.

I didn't think much of it
until her next fun writing
My reply did rhyme again
another poetic sighting.

What started a month ago
now has a life all its own
I can't seem to stop
the obsession has quite grown.

Every thing I write now
all comes out in meter,
I can not seem to waver
my devotion doesn't teeter.

It does not matter how
the words are to be written
I have abandoned prose
with poetry I am smitten.

It could be a report
a memo or an email,
It lately always rhymes
at this I do not fail.

Needing for this to end
I'm calling for a truce
between my conscious mind
and my inner Dr. Seuss.

I have but one more poem
to pen for a big fan
A birthday celebration
for Blottie dear Suzanne.

My rhyming style of writing
will then have a new look,
Unless someone pays me
To write a children's book.

So if they find the money
and assign me that great job
you someday may be reading
of an author named just bob.