Training Exercise (Amtrak Cascades 4 July 2015)
The Poem that is never read
Is locked and lost within my head
No verses that have run and fled
You'll have to have these ones instead.
I wrote it down some weeks ago
A villanelle with metric flow
There comes the pattern that you know.
I lost the pad I scrawled it in
Where I was starting to begin.
These rules are made to be broken.
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I knew once you had got the hang of that rhyming thing you would write some thing wot wot worth reading. Shame about the shit ending!
ReplyDeleteFrom a beach in Spain near you!
Hasta la vista babeeee!!!,!