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'Twas Anna's dog that Mary feared:
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It's meaning stalking savory words
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The meter maid's on time
A crowd with message terse
But sentence had been set
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The parable:
Once there was a little cell
The two began to grow and grow,
The analogy:
Embarrassed though the author is
The pages can survive the axe
Carpe Diem
I sailed upon the open seas, the day
was bright and happy,
I tried to grasp the moment,
seize the time, but butterfly-
like time cannot be seized,
it flutters on,
the clock cannot be freezed.
Each hour just keeps passing on,
no matter Latinate we speak,
each day will soon be gone.
So, seize the day's a waste of time
especially in my boat,
far better just enjoy the seas, the day
is meant to float.Comas and Commas
When trying to make your spelling stronger
it's easy to confuse comas and commas.
But, remember: the pause for the shorter word's longer
and associates with life's greater traumas.April
April is ambivalent these days:
ashamed to bare her pale limbs,
afraid to doff her winter coat,
yet eager to absorb the sun's
warm rays that bloomed the daffodils
and greened the grass she'd like to walk
barefoot upon. Today a late
snowstorm provides her an excuse
to wear her winter clothes in spring.
Maybe she'll take off her coat next month.
May, be!Mary Had a Little Iamb
Mary had a little iamb.
Its foot was right, just so.
And everywhere that Mary rhymed
Her iamb was sure to go.
He bit her, growled his best.
In the yard, down the street, and to school everyday
She was chased by that dog, Anna's pest.The Hunt
The stealthy hunter pads along
through jungled verbal scents
and keenly sniffs the air for clues
to senselessness and sense.
and when it spots its prey
it creeps in closer, leaps to kill--
and licks its chops all day.Paranoid
There once was a disturbed humanoid
who let everyone get him annoyed.
He thought all talk was attack,
out to get him behind his back.
His shrink said, "He's just paranoid."Poetry Patrol
The cops are on their beats,
batons are in their hands.
The music of the streets
is for the poetry bands.
checking style of the feet
and if there's proper rhyme,
real poetry's rules to meet.
surrounds the captive's jail
Chanting at length, "Free Verse!
We friends can post his bail."
with rules writ long ago:
Verse could not be freed yet
'til freestyle he'd outgrow.
(upon turning in a writing assignment)
It grew and grew and grew.
Its walls could not support its size,
It had to split in two.
And grow and grow some more.
Their walls could not support their size.
You guessed it, soon 'twas four....
By pages stacked so tall
Embarrassed more, oh would he be
Were there no page at all.
Of future software ZAP.
The present must proceed, it will,
While author grabs a nap.