How sad this man
Tells me he can
Not love free verse.
There's much worse;
The Vilanelle
I hate to tell
the world it stinks.
I say, me-thinks.
Haiku won't appeal this time,
Or any other, if it has no rhyme
To soothe his ear.
So sad I fear
I can no more
Knock on his door
In happy vein
For I must rein-
in my rhyming.
P'raps turn to miming?
Feel free.
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I can only echo what my very close friend Barry Hodges says: "Vulgarity is something to be treasured and only used from time to time." However, you will only find the F word used frequently in my own works, even though it may well offend the 90-yr olds. And there is no need to rein in your rhyming - a rhyme in time saves nine.
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Vulgarity is something to be treasured and only used from time to time. In all of Barry's epic travels you will only find the F word once (and even then, tastefully printed as f*ck in order to avoid offending the 90-yr olds).
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No talk of nude birds
Nor even new words
What use is this?
I must not hiss
Just in case
You smash my face
Onto brickwalls
Followed by my balls.
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I am only vulgar some of the time -- I must consider my other followers! Thanks for your one-handed clap.
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Very clever! Great work mate.
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I love your poetry no matter its form or lack thereof, or whether or not it rhymes, though you do rhyme so well. This is lovely as always.
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Oh Don. I love you. You're amazing.
No one makes me smile with their poetry like you do. You're truly a gem.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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