September 15, 2011

Dissertation Via Quatrain

A word or a phrase
Can get the ball rolling
Awake in a daze
I hear the bells tolling

Sometimes it’s nothing
Taken in such small doses
Sometimes it’s a sting
Ferocious halitosis

They can’t all be gems
They aren’t always epic
Like skirts and their hems
Some are simply tragic

Free-flowing verses
Spreading smoothly like butter
Then my mouth purses
When my words start to sputter

Then I can’t resist
Trying weasel or seagull
And so I persist
Forcing rhyme through a keyhole


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