Dialogue, O dialogue. A poem full of dialogue. It would be so easy if it was just a monologue. But since I need to talk to you, it will be much harder I suppose that I just need to stretch myself that much farther. You’re a silly twit Just embrace it. Talking to me Oughta be easy. After all we chat. Can you imagine that? Every single day Come what may. It will still be difficult to write a conversation poem. Even though with you, all the world we have roamed. There are surely certain topics that we can write about. Although there are many that we can do without. Don’t think too much Travel and such Ought to be fine To show off your mind. Don’t get too deep You can talk about sheep. Or you can talk about rhyme All of the time. That would be good to converse about rhyming. About how syllables and words are great for timing. Even though people seem to not like our verses. They like to shout “BOO!” They like to give us curses. Don’t exaggerate. Nobody does hate You all that much. Verses and such Are what you adore. So just give them more Of all the same stuff Until they cry, “Enough.” Are you saying we should stop this dialogue rhyme? I am starting to enjoy it. I am having a good time. But if you think that we’ve said all there is to say, I suppose that time is right to finish today. I suppose you’re right We’ll just say, “Good night.” We can be done With this rhyming fun. You are not a dawg. It was fun, this dialogue. I hope they like it too. And nobody else screams, “BOO!”