Last night before I went to sleep,
I met a poem newly born;
Of quatern form, and beauty deep,
But look what I did find this morn.
I met a poem newly born,
Ah! What a lovely thing to meet;
Sweet rhymes did all its ends adorn,
Four times a verse did it repeat.
Of quatern form, and beauty deep,
And entered in a test of form;
Alas, the rules it failed to keep -
A sweet Retourne it failed to form.
But look what I did find this morn -
The sort of thing I love, and how!
Once more a treasure newly born -
Last night's event's a poem now...
Author notes
My first Retourne 
In reply to cricketjeff ^__^
A contest entry
- Retourne to Form by Age of Rain.
1175 points, ended September 21, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Heh. Nice. Witty and flowing. This write brings what might seem to be an embarrassing story into a thing of beauty. Lovely. Best of luck!
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Heh. Nice. Witty and flowing. This write brings what might seem to be an embarrassing story into a thing of beauty. Lovely. Best of luck!
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Ah, a picture perfect example of how to make a quaint little rhyme. So what if it wasn't perfect, it rolls right off the tongue!
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HA ha a great reply. Well done. I found this so very entertaining. ~Pamela
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thanks
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Very good stuff!
As information to readers I entered this contest and misremembered the rules for a retourne writing a quatern instead Azgar very kindly, and very politely, pointed out my error.
This poem refers to my efforts, I am honoured.
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Happy that you liked it
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