Great highlights of the centuries
that saw big armies on their knees
were poets from the Fatherland
their words for all to understand.

A poet cannot be a mime
but all of them composed in rhyme.
Today, so many raise their brows
and bleat like Alpine milka cows,

free verse is all the rage, hooray
thus rhyme must be, at last, passé.
You do remind me of a fretter
who can't come up with something better.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rhyme-is-not-dead/