Mangled Poetry comes so naturally, and this week I want to revisit the “Rhyme” poem, where the meaning takes second seat to authors desire to make sure it rhymes. This weeks rhyme scheme is a,a, b,b, c, c,
I title this poem:
Plain White Tee
The mood is formal
The feeling is normal
I wear a shirt that has no theme
I hope that it’s not a dream
If a shirt like this gets it wet
Those who see will not forget
November 9th, 2008 at 7:16 pm
MONDAYS
Mondays come each 7 days.
They are always covered in haze.
Words in my mind,
‘Here comes the daily grind.
I am so tired, the boss so grouchy,
It’s time I laid down on the couchy.
I crack myself up. roflol
November 10th, 2008 at 10:38 am
The children are all off at school
My coffee is not yet cool
My toes feel quite cold
That bread might have mold
I should go to the store
But I’d rather blog more.
Okay, I’m so lame.
November 10th, 2008 at 7:49 pm
Men’s wet t-shirt contest?
Now I cannot rest
Those awesome pecs
Make me a wreck
When they move up and down
My gaze there is found.
Is it getting hot in here?
November 10th, 2008 at 7:55 pm
These poems are increadible, it’s hard to pick a favorite they’re all done so well, but the way to my heart is most definitely through my ego, and Carolyn has done a good job of making me want to show off that wet tee shirt pic I decided not to post.
Thank you so much for your poems!