The Poets Ball.
Seems there's a conspiracy
On display for all to see
A secret love society
Using rhyme in poetry.
The way they make their couplets dance
Seems more to me than just plain chance
With meaning deep beyond first glance
A tryst of words and circumstance.
On a tennis green so well made
A finer match was never played
Love Love all upon the glade
And then a fond adieu was bade.
Now those of us here held in thrall
Can read the writing on the wall.
On display for all to see
A secret love society
Using rhyme in poetry.
The way they make their couplets dance
Seems more to me than just plain chance
With meaning deep beyond first glance
A tryst of words and circumstance.
On a tennis green so well made
A finer match was never played
Love Love all upon the glade
And then a fond adieu was bade.
Now those of us here held in thrall
Can read the writing on the wall.
posted by Crunchy Weta at 5:45 AM
5 Comments:
Glenn,
You're quite good at this rhyming thing yourself! You should do it more often. Cheers, Shirley
Hey Glenn, well you have been busy. Very nice rhyming effort and much appreciated. So many ways to dance with words. Take care my friend,
Bob
Thanks Bob and Shirley. I just knew you would understand:-)
Oh those Sonnets sonnets. I got a little dizzy reading this ditsy.
"Love Love all upon the glade
And then a fond adieu was bade."
it was love love all;
love love at the poets' ball.
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