A Rhyme in Time

When I counted from one up to ten,
The officer said do it again
But backwards this time
And make it all rhyme.
I knew trouble was what I was in.

I gave it some serious thought.
My efforts it seemed were for naught.
My syllables slurred,
And sounded absurd.
Not quite the solution I’d sought!

I finally got the words out
But my volume was more of a shout
At the top of my lungs
A poem I'd sung,
And this is what it was about:

One time a man from Kerchoo
Sought the comforts that are found with two.
He searched three counties o’er
Or maybe ‘twas four.
After all not just anyone would do.

For five months he looked high and low
Six times he gave up, but you know,
On time number seven,
He thought he’d found Heaven.
This woman could cook and could sew.

For eight days he courted this girl
On day nine he gave her a pearl.
His patience grew thin
But on day number ten
She admitted her heart was a’whirl.

The officer started to smile
His smile seemed as wide as a mile.
Then, he let me go
Because I’d rhymed so
Persistence had been quite worthwhile!