My Mind On Rhymes

Someone says, "I expect entries which don't rhyme from eu, but guess what i saw, its the same ol' same ol' eu i saw."

Here's ma action, ma reaction, to the expectation:
How about I try a rebirth, on ma flat turf; To that order, I do a reverse, and put it across without a curse. So first things first, I don't immerse and rehearse, to do this verse. See, get what i mean, these lines they link, not like they mean nothing? Those who think, and intervene; they seen, ma sins, I pinned, with safety pins. Aights eu'd say, this's the point, when I toss the coin. Heads for a foin, of ma pointed joints, above ma loins; Tails for droppin' this point which intertwine. If its for fairness I'm hearin you whine. Aights Mike, that's right, it's a biased coin.
Rhymes came from the early times, when Shakespeare earned his dime, through his divine, hidden rhymes, which till the end of time, we will still pine. So why the rhyme yo, why the rhyme? A rhyme so fine, well-defined, stays in the mind, for a long long time.
Remember the days, when pills with hair so grey, get their annual pay, but what do they say all day? Kids get thrilled, with 'Jack and Jill, went up the hill, to fetch a pail..' Now here's ma bill, it's me you gotta feel. These pills, all they feel, is to fill, a metal steel, with pressin' bills, put 'em on grill, and have their meals. That's the deal, without fail; Get this drilled, there ain't no frills.
Bill, paid his dues, like the Jews, when there were lips, he can't seal.
Osama, the name itself, sends union elves, shouting, "Snow WHITE, Snow WHITE, we come to help. Though someone's finally getting you off the shelf." Colors today, I shall not dwell, though these colors they ring a bell, on some who fell, despite info claimed a well, on those nuclear cells, that were never found? Snow WHITE fell, but stays on the house, and recently tells, after catchin' Saddam in a cell, "Jingle bells, jingle bells, I gotcha in a cell, so info u sell, or imma give you hell!"
So, these are people we remember, fo' some they lose their temper, fo' some they hit the chambers, just to make brain generators, work much faster, to give thoughts and wonders. Fo' all that matters, in this battle, fo' a name to the "rhymin' people", rhymes - they dont need no hittin' the chambers, nor any visitin' the temples, to bring the effect mentioned earlier. Decipher, decipher.. These letters, with eu as the sender, they do matter, in the future.