A Rhymin' Guy

I’m just a rhymin’ kind of guy,
can’t help myself,
don’t ask me why.

It seems like everything I say
comes out in rhyme,
it’s just that way.

Now you may think it’s really cool,
or maybe you
think I’m a fool.

Well, fool or not I’ll tell you this,
the rhyming game
is hit or miss.

Most times it’s simple as can be
but sometimes words
don’t come to me.

I lie awake most every night;
I cannot sleep,
I’m stiff with fright.

What if I woke and couldn’t speak?
If I were ill
or much too weak.

What will I do if I can’t rhyme?
Would I be forced
to rhyme in mime?