A Subtle Rhyme

Sticks and stones make the bones sneeze and catch cold,
while four clocks wait.
With worlds that haste
our tears are old.
Remember me?
Your cry teacher,
One that taught her
To sting a bee
And tag sleep sold
So when we cry, it becomes a teaser.

Nursery rhymes grew to be the teaser,
for those brains sold.
colors of bee,
how they taught her.
Words of teacher
Abides with me,
‘You’re not that old’
Said with a haste,
While the rhymes wait.
In the suburbs of stanzas, I caught cold.

Ruddapoet