Rhyme Bug

This is getting
really weird,
I can't help but
scratch my beard.

I was writing a letter.
The first line was fine,
but when I wrote the second one
it rhymed with the first line

I went to a shop nearby
to buy me some bread
Tried to talk normally
But I was rhyming instead

This is not an attempt at poetry
I was just casually writing
But then a rhyme struck my head
as if it was lightening

Bitten by the rhyme bug
I think I may have been
The doctor even told me
Its the worst case he has seen

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