Dissertation Via Quatrain

A word or a phrase

Can get the ball rolling

Awake in a daze

I hear the bells tolling

Sometimes it’s nothing

Taken in such small doses

Sometimes it’s a sting

Ferocious halitosis

They can’t all be gems

They aren’t always epic

Like skirts and their hems

Some are simply tragic

Free-flowing verses

Spreading smoothly like butter

Then my mouth purses

When my words start to sputter

Then I can’t resist

Trying weasel or seagull

And so I persist

Forcing rhyme through a keyhole