A rhyme comes fast the less you think
'Cause in your thoughts ideas blink
They hop and jump and make you nervous
So in the end you have some verses

Effects and causes recognised
The output soon identified
It's there so quick you start to wonder
Who cares as long the Q is answered?

Coincidental it could be
A rhyme prompts outputs rapidly
The more you rhyme inside your head
The better concept you can get

Of describing methods at their best
And poke lost logs without a rest
Profoundly turning upside down
The output with another frown

See wrinkeled faces, hear a sigh
Encounter eyebrows raised so high
But soon, for sure, they all are grinning
'Cause simple rhyme turns questions spinning