A Written Return That Will Churn!

This rhyme came due but I can't show you. Why is that? Just because where I'm at. This rhyme came due but I can't show you. It was another one. Damn, doesn't want to be spun.

Was that a hole?
Damn, not a goal.
Can't have that.
It has to scat.

Hole is fixed.
It has been nixed.
But that word doesn't work.
It just isn't a perk.

Swap out the word.
No longer absurd.
Another hole there.
Not good to have a spare.

Hole's been plugged.
Things aren't bugged.
It goes out straight.
It can leave the gate.

Whoops, a rhyming dog.
That lands us in a bog.
We can't have that.
Need a rewrite, stat.

Start all over.
Get rid of the rover.
He has quite the stink.
That could bring one to the brink.

Have to change that.
From dog to cat.
Look another hole.
Three more take stroll.

Words don't fit.
Need to fix that shit.
It's repeat land.
Those words take a stand.

Repeat the fix.
Repeats to nix.
Repeats done.
Repeated a ton.

Fixed with a cat.
How about that?
Whoops, the cat doesn't rhyme.
Have to rewrite one more time.

Ever get into rewrite land? Thankfully no rhymes get out of hand. I can do those in my sleep. But rewrites can run deep. Plot holes galore or something doesn't work and needs an encore. All kinds of reasons for them to come to pass. It's good that no one can rewrite my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.