Really Awful Rhyme in Seventeen Silly Bubbles


Although you here may quite very well enquire as to what the fliipin' heck, You will find we're giving is expression to desire for building on a deck!

Although you here may very well enquire as to what the fliipin’ heck,
You’ll find it gives expression to our desire for building on a deck!

The NaPoWriMo Day 27 (actually, GloPoWriMo for those like me outside the U S of A) prompt challenges one to produce a poem of seventeen syllables per line: 

To write impossibly extended lines, let us try a limerick:

It would be interesting to discover if that can do the trick,

Although, when you get to the end of a line

You’ve kind of lost track whether everything’s fine,

And they look artificial, all the extra words you have in to stick.

 

Mayhap, though, we should seek to wander down that road where the sonnets dwell,

And fill our lines with flowery words related to love and desire?

Although a sonnet with so many syllables does not do too well,

And hardly sets the poetic muse on anything resembling fire …

 

An ode, perchance?  As in, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, Ode to an Ode here?

Thy form is bad, not lending itself to presenting proper praising,

In fact, this attempt to venerate and hold thee so extremely dear,

Is merely going to have the result of lots of eyebrow-raising …

 

No, all in all, to stretch the lines to accommodate seventeen beats,

At the end of the day Is a waste of time, which the object defeats.

© April 2016 Colonialist (WordPress)
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Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies.
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8 Responses to Really Awful Rhyme in Seventeen Silly Bubbles

  1. toutparmoi says:

    Well done, good sir, for chancing it, with your ready wit. You tried and tried
    and tried again, by lim’rick, ode and sonnet. “Enough,” your poor Muse sighed,
    “I can do no more. I’m bled dry by vampire lines…” And she up and died.

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  2. GP Cox says:

    A completed composition of deciding what to do – ingenious!!!

    Like

  3. You have produced a brilliant result with this form. To me, counting syllables in English is a sin against poetry so bravo for even trying it.

    Like

  4. Amazingly done with a task so difficult.
    No way will I try to march word and meanings into time and fine line.

    Like

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