Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt calls for ten terminological inexactitudes in ten lines:
I am the fairest of the fair:
Though I have lost all of my hair,
My teeth are all mine,
I don’t have a line.
And look quite magnificent bare;
My bulging biceps will impress;
I’m beautiful when I cross-dress,
And look twenty-nine;
This rhyme is divine!
I never from a point digress …
Just for fun, I refined my terza rima of yesterday a bit by pruning a beat from each line. I think this proves less can be more:
This day, nearly-six-year-old
Entered for official trial;
Weather had turned rather cold.
We’d been at it quite a while,
For eight hundred metres, swum,
Has intimidating style.
Of her peers appearing, some
Failed at a two-hundred ask,
But, unruffled, through she’d come.
Pause to wave; in praise to bask;
Grinning; not the slightest frown;
Going on to do her task.
Length on length and up and down;
Fifteen had become her score …
Minutes thirty-two, the crown,
When completed was one more!