Let's Write a Rhyming Poem

[dhcdavid]

And then from the mud there shall rise up
None other than the poetry muse!

 

[Rattles]

no,no,no dhcdavid! Stay behind after lesson!
And write out one hundred times;

'and then from the mud shall rise, none but the muse of poetry'

ABAB you wicked child! LOL

 

[dhcdavid]

no,no,no dhcdavid! Stay behind after lesson!
And write out one hundred times;

'and then from the mud shall rise, none but the muse of poetry'

ABAB you wicked child! LOL

*Wrly Smiling* Why thank you Rattles: I'm never happier then when being publicly admonished over my poetic shortcomings. LOL indeed!

So folks, the next line of the poem comes as a joint admission from Rattles & Dhcdavid:

And then from the mud shall rise, none but the muse of poetry

 

[huggleb]

in its palm the word of truth, and of course, the law of rhyme

 

[Psymask]

of which each man, woman and child, should refer to knowingly

 

[huggleb]

if we are to rid the world of all its rhythm crime

 

[Rattles]

And reveal our passion selfless, through linguistic ecstasy

(also please feel free to read the 'selfless passion - linguistic ecstasy' phrase as either spiritual or in its slightly... erm...moister context...)

 

[Psymask]

we'll find ouside and explore its depth

 

[horsrider]

and then once risen
from the mud
the poetry muses
stayed after lessons
asking herself
what'i'm bloody doin here?