RE: Qurator's Mischievous Mondays | Cursed to Speak in Rhymes

With this spell, your words shall twist,
Each thought and phrase a rhyming list.
At first, it’s fun—your speech delights,
But soon you'll dread both days and nights.

For every word must match in sound,
Until your patience runs aground.
No silence breaks, no normal talk—
Just rhyming riddles when you walk.

Try to scream or call for aid?
It rhymes again, you're self-betrayed.
Charming, yes—but not for long,
When all you say becomes a song.