I sit here and I strain,
Amid couplets so terse,
To write a quatrain
For better or verse.
It's all in the rhyming --
ABAB or AABB.
It takes the right timing
To write verse not free.
I think all the time
Of old Bob Frost.
There's reason in rime...
I'm gettin' lost.
Can't face the morning without joe,
And henry helps me through my tears.
At lunchtime it's charlie, and so
The judge gave me three to five years.
Now it's no longer my wife in the showers,
But Brutus, and that lovely Pedro;
And as I count time in months and not hours,
The one thing I miss most, I have to confess, for better or for worse, though you'll probably hate me for it and have every right to do so,
Is blow.
This thread has died, dlowan cried!
Perchance a kickin' will make it quicken?
Bunny's got a secret
Her cry isn't real
This is just an excuse
For kicking a Seal
I've got Grooks
and I can cooks.
Piet Hein
was truly fine,
for brevity, levity
and being concise
while still being nice.
Kicking a seal, by Zeus and by zipper?
Methinketh my shoe would be caught in your flipper!
(Examples, of Piet, dear Cav - if you're able?
Meseemeth such verse would look fine on this table...)
Bring it on bunny girl
Let's go to town!
Seal won't fit in the hutch
And the bunny may drown.
No bunny hutch?
Is that asking too much?
The seal has a habit - he thinks I'm a rabbit!
It's not very funny - I'm really a Bunny -
A Bunny is tall - walks on TWO legs and all -
We're clever and bright - and our fur is all white,
We read lots and think - our eyes are not pink,
We're worldly and louche - we don't hop - we mooch!
If you want our claws' clutch - say we live in a hutch!
If aye dinna noo,
I'd think a roo!
That didn't rhyme,
but give it thyme,
at least the scent
would be pleasant.
What didna rhyme?
I rhyme all the time.
It didna SCAN -
'Twas not the plan...
That's okay,
I'd do this all day
if one would pay
a dollar per word,
especially
if I am forced,
of course,
to be absurd.
Absurdity is not, for me,
A thing I must be forced to be...
I'm writing verse that's worse and worse -
Don't wanna go clean the patio..
A patio with trees
is shadowy, like knees,
for when you drop some honey,
or perhaps a bit of money,
the proper bending stance
shades you knees, perchance?
Not hardly! (But - I have found out why my luverly tree died - wet feet! Damn pot saucer was not enough for my biiiiiiiiiiiig pot - and its tootsies were drowning....dammit!)
Ahem - back to the doggerel....
