A Contentious Acrostic
Poetry
Obviously
Encourages
Terrible
Reviews –
Yes?
Arrivederci and Benvenuto;
Cynthia and Dexter;
these are the names of my previous
and my present Wellie Boots.
If I should buy a new pair
what names will they take?
E and F, the Initial letters,
of course;
but, what will suit them?
Effie and Fright?
Ellie and Frankie (Eleanor and Franklin)?
Ebb and Flo?
Any ideas?
No rush, I shall continue with Cynthia and Dexter
until they to Wellie Heaven go.
Pietry is religious poetry
of a pious nature;
or poetry about Pi,
or pies –
or it isn’t a thing at all.
The Moon in June
is just like the Moon
in any other month,
apart from the rhyme,
of course.
The Moon In June
is just like the Hay in May,
or the Starch in March,
for example.
The Moon In June
is currently appearing in a
showing of Noël Coward’s ‘Present Laughter’
at the Aldwych Theatre
allegedly.
The Moon In June
will be back
all too soon.
In this paragraph there is a hidden Tanka; please do not poke it; if you do… you’ll regret it; it could change to a Tiger
There is a Haiku locked up inside this sentence – please don’t let it out.
The Cat That Didn’t Like Poetry
The cat
didn’t have a hat;
he knew that respectable cats
didn’t go with things like that.
Cat’s don’t need to be dressed like clowns;
and a cat in a hat has less ups than downs;
due to the fact that a rhyme in time
doesn’t save lives numbering nine
but, causes much vexation
at the poor cat’s situation
Never laugh at the feline friend
or he’ll get you in the end.
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