Five Lines
There was a young man from LimerickWho never managed to grasp the main ideas about his home-town's poetic export.
He didn't seem to
Understand
The basics of rhyme
Or anything about
Rhythm.
No matter how
Much
He
Tried to
Get it right he
Just couldn't manage to achieve even a vague closeness to an approximation.
Then, one day, he saw a young lady of Limerick
And he began to feel a shimmerick
Of pulsating passionate poetical
Thoroughly throbbing through him - no longer hypothetical
And it gave his hope a glimmerick
But he still wasn't quite there;
He needed
A
Little more practise
And a little
More than a passing glance
From that young lady.
12:54, Mon. 20/07/2009.
Poetry by Mark J. Wood
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Written on 2009-07-20 at 14:12
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