a natural disaster, just ask her



colin's grandfather says   your poems fail to rhyme

on the porch we are sitting   i say   i think they're just fime


the sun it is setting   its brillance away until daybreak     

saying   nite nite   to us   and to jamsbo   awake! 


colin   tired from work   joins us   his expression near blank

i say   can i fix you a drink   to replenish your tank


i decant a glass of his very own wine   with a flourish

and bow   one and the same   say   your soul it will nourish


your soul it will nourish?   he says under his breath   when

here comes marketa   saying   hi colin   hi grandpa   hi lynn


i say   i'm rhyming   isn't it grand   colin   he moans

colin's grandfather groans   marketa intones   it must be hormones


i give her a kiss   and a kick on the shin   oh pish   

say i   it's really quite fun   grandfather says   if i had only one wish . . . 





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Written on 2019-06-30 at 17:01

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Thoroughly enjoyed this and kept smiling as I read it! You're a master at this style, Jim!

You've really wrung rhyming by the neck here. Love it!

MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
Is this your first rhyming poem? :D Reminds me of Bukowski's "Rhyming poem." And, yes, like Tom said, whimsical yet just right!

Love this! Deft and whimsical.