Spend Saturdays in the loo...BillyB wrote:Tickle my tits it's Friday,
What on earth are we all to do.
Spend all night in the boozer,
And Saturday in the loo.
The slang is left to Billy,BillyB wrote:Very good is your rhyme,Wind In My Hair wrote:The muse is not low,
Her week's easier in bits.
Let's all celebrate Friday,
While Billy teases his tits.
I'm mightily impressed.
But where is the slang,
Thats what I like best.
Cutting your wordsnakatago wrote:With what whimsy does one ponder
The call for rhymes, I must wonder
I've noticed that on all your verse
Four lines, just a bit wee terse
And if I may note another observation
Subsequent two lines rhyme, to my consternation
Of course, if you'll excuse me, I'm not complaining
It's just something I see on what's remaining
Then of course, I'm not really very good at this
Last time I did this, more than a decade was amiss
But perhaps I may propose some variation
Some form of play on our composition?
Such as...
...for example...
Free verse.
The cadence of the words dictate rhythm
No rhyme
No discernible pattern
Just words
Words,
dictating a rhythm--a flow
Like a metronome
Or the Inception soundtrack
A crescendo
building,
building,
BUILDING
to a climax!
Or a haiku:
Words stated with counts
Ideas expressed briefly
But end with cutting
TL;DRWind In My Hair wrote:Cutting your wordsnakatago wrote:With what whimsy does one ponder
The call for rhymes, I must wonder
I've noticed that on all your verse
Four lines, just a bit wee terse
And if I may note another observation
Subsequent two lines rhyme, to my consternation
Of course, if you'll excuse me, I'm not complaining
It's just something I see on what's remaining
Then of course, I'm not really very good at this
Last time I did this, more than a decade was amiss
But perhaps I may propose some variation
Some form of play on our composition?
Such as...
...for example...
Free verse.
The cadence of the words dictate rhythm
No rhyme
No discernible pattern
Just words
Words,
dictating a rhythm--a flow
Like a metronome
Or the Inception soundtrack
A crescendo
building,
building,
BUILDING
to a climax!
Or a haiku:
Words stated with counts
Ideas expressed briefly
But end with cutting
Certainly not brief
Too numerous to count
A haiku two?
From your climax so HIGH
.............. bending
........ bending
... bending
low.
Just spaces
Spaces
demanding room - a void
Like a black hole
Or the Sound of Silence
But rhyme,
Ah, the saving pattern
The rhythm of words dictating reason
Poetic meter.
... such as
For example ...
Are you happy with this departure
From iambic tetrameter?
Now I've played your game of free verse,
I pray you, my poetry no longer curse.
And if I may make a suggestion
Without your consequent indigestion:
To revel in the simple limerick,
And from the rhyme derive a kick.
Such soothing comfort, these same four lines
Calling us to a meeting of minds;
Whether with rhyme, or versing freely,
Pondering one another's whimsy.
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