You are big and quite beautiful to look at The color of your skin can sometimes play trickery Fooling us to what is inside Shades of yellow and sometimes Dark red You sound like you know who you are but you confuse us with your name You look so sweet and tantalizing but you are invariably sour and can be quite nasty I am sad to say that I have never liked you and never will I don’t know why others find you so special You might be a fruit but you are no grape
Fandango, from This, That and the Other has tagged me in a funny Poetic Tag originated by Rory, A Guy Called Bloke. He started another one of his “Not Just My Verse” poetry blog hops. He wrote the first stanza, then passed it on to Paula of Light Motifs II and she sent it on to Fandango and so on. Below is the poem so far.
I am sure, well pretty sure NO, of course l am sure! Twas not twas, twas not there before! And yet, here l am looking upon it with widened eyes … This thing that twasn’t, and yet now it twas a surprise!
When I told my friends what had transpired, They laughed and said I must be a liar, For things like THAT surely are not real; Then it came back and said let’s make a deal.
A red bandana brought from Havana Lou wore She was Rosanna from south Savannah She swore They ate bananas in their pajamas Galore! Singing hosannas in the cabana next door Carlos Santana Hannah Montana do more
They shouted out loud to quieten the crowd Please cease! Rosanna allowed Santana to cloud her peace Hannah of course vowed she would remain proud At least Now Lou never cowed With gun, in he ploughed Police! Santana in shroud Carried out unbowed Deceased
Grace was hosting DVerse Poets tonight and challenged us to write a Lai The Lai This form looks to be a very simple form comprising of a five syllabled couplet followed by a two syllable line. The number of lines in each stanza is fixed at nine and the couplets must rhyme with each other, as the two syllable lines must also rhyme. In English this line is probably the most difficult part of the poem. The stanza's rhyme pattern is... a. a. b. a. a. b. a. a. b. This is my first attempt at this!
I have just completed the 31 days of poetry challenge with OctPoWriMo, which I took very seriously. However I looked at the prompts today and nothing was speaking to me. So to reward myself for being diligent for the past month, I came up with the nonsense below. It just flowed and the sillier it became the more I liked it! Please forgive my indulgence. I’ll be back on track tomorrow!
Holy Cow!
He was roving the countryside
Until he came alongside
A poor cow stuck in a fence
Her leg was caught in the wire
Half her body lying in the mire
Things were looking quite tense
She was mooing so loudly
But held herself together proudly
Her pain was obviously wicked
He tried to help her get loose
Struggling just tightened the noose
Her limb was looking crooked
He was fearing the worst
But there was a cloudburst
It was raining cats and dogs
She started to have a tantrum
So his guitar he began to strum
As he sat down on some logs
The music to her was calming
He could see she was a Brahman
A cow of the highest quality
If he could only free the bovine
Perhaps the owner would offer a goldmine
It was a matter of her dignity
She had slipped lower into the mud
The rain had left quite a flood
But he finally freed the poor cow
As the owner appeared
His reward he feared
Might be less than he had now
A bonanza was not on the cards
Not by many a yard
The cow was ownerless
The man who came
Was just playing a game
It was time to reassess
