In search of strawberry ice cream
I closed tight my eyelids and felt.
Is this the sweet treat? Or is this?
I did not touch, lest it would melt.
I swam in verdant skies of green
And walked on many waters red,
But my dessert, I did not find,
Whilst sleeping in my feather bed.
Barefooted, I trekked in sneakers,
Bareheaded, I cried in my caps,
But where, oh where was my ice cream?
I felt like I needed I map.
I went to the mapmaker's home,
A hill on the sands of the sea,
Where the oysters' shoes all wore out
As they danced round in ecstasy.
Mapmaker didn't know at all
Where my strawberry ice cream was,
And drew me an accurate map,
Simply filled with mistakes and flaws.
I found my strawberry ice cream
In Granny Saxifrage's wig.
No longer wanting the ice cream,
It was fed to a flying pig.
Author notes
Option 1, be creative with your words and write a poem
that rhymes and doesn't make much sense.
Also, in the second line of the fifth stanza, was is supposed to pronounced like "wozz", not "wuzz."
Hope this qualifies! Fun idea, I enjoyed writing this!
A contest entry
- The Art Of Words by Poetess12.
2400 points, ended October 14, 2008, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow, this is amazing, great rhymes. Like the ending good luck in the contest.
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Yes, this poem qualifies. It's exactly what I'm looking for. You did great with the rhyme.
Thanks for your entry.
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Aha kiddo, so you can write in rhyme; would love to see you doing this more; you've got a natural flow going through this one - even though the topic matter is nonsensical; it fact, it reads just like a dream anyway doesn't it, 'cause dreams are always chopping and a changing willynilly! best of luck in the contest
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