Here's one I wrote a while ago :-)
If one and one are two and two and one and two are three,
Then what, in heaven's name, does math have to do with me?
Here's one I wrote a while ago :-)
If one and one are two and two and one and two are three,
Then what, in heaven's name, does math have to do with me?
Cute... but the meter and the math don't add up. Typo or test? Or did King Arthur from Monty Python write it? ("Three!", "Five, Sir...", "Five!")
When using words to make a rhyme,
it shows if one has taken time,
tis obvious to you and I,.....I think
twas written quicker than your eye... can blink!
posted this elsewhere:
May Fly
A fly that lives
for but a day
shall, over breakfast.
not delay csharpe
A man that pulls apart a rhyme,
the poet should he tell?
well yes, I guess he maybe this time,
but, make sure you can SPELL !!!
A man who spells,
Is a man who tells,
The others that they're wrong.
A man who can't,
recieves a rant,
And is placed where he belongs.
When using words in poetry,
there are some rules, you fail to see
accents from a foriegn land
are very hard to understand.
so if you plan to right a wrong
then write in rhyme, as in a song !
There can't be rules in poetry,
That's the one realm where there's none.
Uptight rules and arrogant fools,
Take out all the fun.
If offended by my rhymes, oppoligies are due,
I too find that words are fun, so I agree with you,
shows charactor to stand ones ground, my head is bowed dear Sir,
to members from around the World, for my unfounded slur!
Apologies not needed, friend.
All rhymes delight, amuse.
There's no need at all, my man,
To be stricken by the Blues.
we poets battle with our words
we make them stand up proud
but when it comes to sweet romance,
two's company; three's a crowd
It would be alright if ya'll could make some sense,
Most of what I read just sounds dense.
If there is no rhyme,
Then why waste my time?
"Rhyme/time"? That's not unique.
Think of something much less bleak.
That's way too meek, way too weak.
Of poet's clichésthat's the most antique.
So, you thought it was to weak,
What is it that would make you proud?
Because right now I just think you are a cow.
What is it that you think is not bleak?
What exactly are you asking of me?
Because I am finding it hard to see.
Are you looking for alittle catch?
Then I sugest that you step and fetch.
Fit
Here I sit,
At Least I'm not throwing a fit.
Charlene Louise Carradine