The old man asked “feed me please”
“All I have is Cottage Cheese,”
I said. “Large curd,”
But he heard the rhyming word—
And would not eat my Cottage Cheese.
Rhymes with Curd?
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Home of Have, Poems by Lee Robison
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Home of Have, Poems by Lee Robison 
This tickled my funny bone!
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Of bones we are framed, of flesh are we clothed, of sense are we made.
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