The words are calling to each other for anyone to hear; silver
Try to train them, line them up, purple
But watch out they come in pairs. orange
They hate to be separate, but there is a trick- pint
To make them leave each other, month
Just end each line with a bachelor. nothing
Some words have matches, but they are too far apart to matter, oblige
Their paths will never cross. hippopotamus
They live their lives thinking they are alone, homeopathic
But will meet their match in their heaven called dictionary. paraplegic
Author notes
I had a lot of fun writing this poem. I started out spending a lot of time trying to write a poem that didn’t rhyme, which was really hard. I was working on it with a friend and I started to goof around and wrote a poem about how words liked to rhyme, and not worrying about the rhyming by adding a word at the end that didn’t rhyme with anything. I was just joking, but Colleen convinced me to actually do it. Then with the title, Erika and I were trying to fit as many of the words from the poem as possible into it. The original was A Purple and Orange Hippopotamus Holding a Silver Pint, Will Oblige to Tell You Nothing Except on a Certain Month, And All They Will Say is That They Are Only Homeopathic Because They Were Born Paraplegic, but that was way too long.
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that is what Ms. Clark will give you on this poem, A+!!!
tee heee hee.
tra lee laaa.
=) molly
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