I Don't Like To Rhyme

I don’t like to rhyme
Unless it’s on my time:

Under pressure to find words which sound alike
Such as brave and crave, or strike and bike;

Then trying to make them all neatly fit
Into a phrase here and there that demonstrates wit;

And to do it all in such a small space
Of one hundred words, at a breakneck pace;

For the goal is to finish ahead of the rest
And strut about boastfully with puffed-up chest;

But I’d much rather relax and not get so tense
And let my words flow naturally so they make better sense.