Free Rhyme. Six Words Per Line

In modern classrooms can be heard:
"Ignore nouns, verbs, rules of words!
Curse the dirge of turgid verse!
Poetry's more than law and order!
Chore'n boredom! War on 'form', Sir!
Words are taller, broader, rawer, more-er!
We'll not be bound by sound,
We're more profound! Buck the norm.
Rhyming's down and out! Viva reform!"

Allow me to retort a thought:
Rhyme enthrals ya, draws ya in.
Good ones claw ya from within.
And is enjoying that a sin?
Are we so prim and dim
That rhyming 'ring' with 'brrrrring!' and
'Ching!' and 'drrrrrring!' is now uncool?
Old-school and foolish? Ancient, ghoulish?

Wait son, you'll rue it eventually.
Potentially poetry could essentially lose its
Preferential aspect. Rhyme is key. Disagree?
Perhaps. But we can't be lax
And lazy. And why be slack
In the way we tell it?
Why not sell it and excel
At it? Dispel the notion that
Emotion won't be shown in rhyme.

Sometimes I sigh and wonder if
Rhyming has begun to go under
Is it done and over? Or
Will you forever endeavour to be
Clever and never sever the love
For a good rhyme - however tenuous?
Then join with us and enjoy!
And if we annoy the modern
Freeform poet with our flowing then
GREAT! We'll collate, conjugate and create
A spate of top-rate work
That'll drive the jerks berserk and
Leave them drooling on the floor.

We're not fooling any more. And
Why're we schooling kids to abhor
The simple kicks from fixing it
To click aurally, and slip powerfully
From line to line? I mean,
It's fine to decline, but why
Decide it's silly? Deride willy-nilly
Without trying? I'm not denying your
Right to recite however you like,
If writing freeform excites and delights
You: all right. But don't slight
My lighthearted lines. Please realise it's
No crime to love to rhyme,
And it's okay if you don't.