THE EULOGY OF MR. RHYMING WORDS

From birth Mr Rhyming words,  a man covered in an armour of humor, known, for his sparkly glamour and grammar, luckily seen more days, than a mid evil gentleman trying to be good. Ladies and gentlemen  Mr. Rhyming words.

 His words slither through the hearts than swords of any Knight, his alliterial touches molds the known arts, his convivial presence is like torches in the dungeons which give light to the night, softhearted, you see, than pigeons offered crumbs, every poets inner sadness he numbs, well bottoms up to him, Mr Rhyming words. 

He's seen more  words playing at him than clothes on a manikin, he is  not a man of rushing or panicking. He spread love than a dove because he was easy to catch, hate  to him was a myth, because hurt on every word, he would patch. Sadly will be missed by his family, the letters, his wife metaphor, his brother simile and little sister hyperbole. He died in a blank verse, killed by an unknown writer, so long Mr. Rhyming words