My form is simply boring
I want to be elastic—
I hate to be just storing.
I'm tired of being plastic.

They do not recycle me.
I am left out in the sun.
Forever they let me be,
as such, I just can't go on!

Sometimes I freeze for hours,
and often I am crushed.
As I stare at the flowers,
I wish I was just flushed.

How I hate the garbage can!
And even more, the ceiling fan.
Anything that ever ran,
and how my life began!

What is the end-rhyme scheme in the second stanza of the poem?

A.
The first two lines rhyme, and the second two lines rhyme.
B.
Only the odd-numbered lines rhyme with each other.
C.
All the lines in the stanza have the same rhyme scheme.
D.
There is not a fixed rhyme scheme in the second stanza.

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