You could
You can compose a lot of different rhymes
Your poetry might bring the inspiration
So happy waters take your throwing dimes
New verse is cause for high sensation
This tiny diamond is polished with my hand
My flying thought enjoys the lines of ink
It’s sad to know that everything should end
Indifferent time takes everything to sink
Well, I won’t consider art as waste of time
Although the end of every verse is dust
The muse has to amuse with clear rhyme
Our hungry souls; So feel her flying fast
This instant magic has the sparkling light
It pleases heart with unexpected touch
So you could rhyme “the day” with “night”
It should be possible; it is not too much