Singularity*

To pen a rune of cool, hip verse,

May at first seem like one hell of a curse. 

I must choose words with just one click,

But I don’t know which ones to pick.

They have to make sense and ought to rhyme,

With beats that lilt and fall in time.

I read my terms that formed my ode,

And was in awe how well they flowed.

Hey, look at this, I did, in fact, thrive,

Here’s my hand for you to high five.

(*I broke the rule only for my title.)