This Poem Doesn’t Rhyme Poem by C Richard Miles

This poem doesn’t rhyme though it looks like it does:
The line ends look similar but that’s not how it goes,
For, all along, the rhyme-scheme seems to suffer from a hiccough
When you look at it more closely and try to run it through.
I have chosen with precision every terminal word
Since I’m trying quite hard as I wish to record
How foreigners struggle with this language of ours
As they try to understand it on the guided tours
For, just as they think they have reached the height
Of perfection with speech, they meet a heavy weight
Of confusion, which threatens to drive them to raving
When they try to complain about the trouble they’re having.
They try to question the sound of each little phrase
Which we English just laugh off, so blasé.
It’s enough to cause them a bitter heartbreak
When they hear how we British attempt to speak.