Rhyme time

For some strange reason, rhyming couplets keep popping up in my head. I'm not really thinking about them; it's more like words are falling into place as I think about the traditional "da-dum, da-dum, da-tum" cadence of rhyming couplets.

Gosh darn, that sounds wanky. Well, it's unfortunately about to get a whole lot wankier:

Time and tide may turn and flow
All is past for you to know

Speeches from beyond the glass
Whispers float while ages pass

Once upon a time, she said
The clock has struck, the hands are dead

Now these are really quite crap. They don't mean anything; they don't fit together as an actual poem. But now I'm wondering why my brain is going all arty poet on me - especially since I get so frustrated when I try to write creatively these days (outside wanky blog posts, of course). It's like the Season three finale of Battlestar Galactica* - something inside my head, inside the fracking ship!!!

*Apologies for obscure/possibly spoiler references to Battlestar Galactica - it's just Greg and I have just finished watching seasons two and three and gosh darn it I'm addicted. Adama and Roslin, man... that's just the best relationship on a current TV show. Full stop.