For As Long As They Live

For as long as they live until they run out of time
True to their calling rhymers never run out of rhyme
Without hope of fame or of monetary pay
For their own enjoyment they write rhymes every day
The people with rhyming words who love to play
Their need to rhyme until death in them will stay
The literary critics them tend to ignore
As scribblers of doggerel little else more
Though their sort do not write for material gain and literary renown
There are rhymers in every village and city and town
As poetasters in highbrow literary circles they are known
The literary in crowd all rhymers do tend to disown
The days of rhyme it seems is in the long gone
But the twenty first century rhymers keep on rhyming on.