Rhyme Doesn't Look Like a Word

I think some kind of portal to rhyme world has unlocked in my mind. Ever since that haiku last week I've been a non-stop poemeopath. In fact, that little doodle from my last post was an illustration for a poem I started quite some time ago. My new rhyming kick inspired me to finally finish it up. Here goes...

Yesterday I went and stole tomorrow
I put it in a box and shut the lid
Much to my delight and to it's sorrow
Stole the day. Yes, that's exactly what I did

It pounded on the box
and then it screamed out
of how sinful it can be to steal the dawn
But all that I could think of was of yesterday
and how much more I would enjoy it with tomorrow gone

Oh today.
What a glorious day.
Oh tonight.
What a glorious night.
All the things that could happen to spoil my dream
have been locked up and put out of sight

What a dream that I have
What a dream that I see
Oh but what a disaster tomorrow could be

So yesterday I went and stole tomorrow
I put it in a box and closed the lid
Much to my delight and to it's sorrow
Stole the day, yes that's exactly what I did

Oh today!
What a glorious day!
Oh right now!
What a glorious now!
All the things that I think are forever somehow
are every and each of them now

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So that's my new poem. I've got a few more with the same kind of feeling stashed away. Maybe I'll revitalize them as well - seeing as I'm on a poem kick. I have a really hard time NAMING poems. They already have so many words, I feel like titles are just gratuitous. I suppose  there aren't any rules against leaving poems untitled, right? There aren't any poem police after all.