Fiddle Diddle

Hey diddle diddle
No cat, and no fiddle
No cow that jumped over the moon
There's the butcher, the baker
The candlestick maker -
They're all 'going home' real soon.
Limericks and puns
Are under the guns
And rhyme too approaches its doom!
Freestyle is inspired -
While fun is retired
As critics incline towards gloom.
Well hey fiddle diddle
Says I with my riddles,
It won't influence my new lines.
I'll rebel, yes I will -
And the pages will fill
With poems that mostly all rhyme!