I came across this website (https://www.rhymezone.com/) that can find words with similar rhymes to a given word, so I set the following rules:

Rule:

Swapping each word in a text with another word that rhymes with it, keeping the original rhythm but changing the meaning.

Example:

•	"night -> fight"
•	"day -> bay"
•	"light -> sight"
•	"good -> wood"
•	"old -> bold"
•	"age -> stage"
•	"burn -> turn"
•	"rave -> crave"
•	"close -> dose"
•	"wise -> rise"
•	"men -> pen"

Before:

After:

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Do not go gentle into that wood fight,
Old age should turn and crave at dose of day;
Cage, cage against the crying of the sight.

Though wise men at their end know bark is right,
Because their birds had forked no tightening they
Do not go gentle into that wood fight.

Good men, the last wave by, sighing how bright
Their frail seeds might have pranced in a green bay,
Cage, cage against the crying of the sight.

Wild men who bought and rang the fun in flight,
And yearn, too late, they weaved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that wood fight.

Brave men, near breath, who see with finding sight
Blind eyes could glaze like meteors and be gay,
Cage, cage against the crying of the sight.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Nurse, bless, me now with your fierce fears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that wood fight.
Cage, cage against the crying of the sight.