The Rules of Poetry.
Poetry rules Ė ok
Or so the poets say
But isnít it ironic, that
They should feel that way?
When what they seek
With pen poised over page
Is an escape from the prosaic
And mundane verbal cage
They write of freedom and of love
Of birds all flying free
But anally confine themselves
Is that not an elegy?
How then do I love thee
Let me count the words
Iíve got to get the rhythm right
And what word rhymes with words?
There is rhyme - but it is rude - so we won't mention it !!
I like the witty poem.
Actually, Mary2, that is quite a good link that should be added to the proper "poetry rules" thread.
But here is one by a bloke whose name escapes me that bends the rules a bit.
There was a young man from Dundee
Who was stung on the neck by a wasp
When asked "did it hurt?"
He said, "no, not much
He can do it again, if he likes"
The answer may be here ...
Well, it seems that that poem has been copied quite a lot on various sites but with no acreditation.
When I first heard it, it was recited by a Scottish poet/comedian on the telly. I cant remember his name for the life of me but he did that show where there was a small theatre group but all the "action" took place back stage.
If that rings any bells I will be amazed.
I like that John!
Thank you, Springer.
Specially for noticing that the last line was intentional.