I found a scrap of rhyme
Upon the dusty floor
On forlorn wooden pine
I thought more to explore.
It seemed to take a nap
Though I must be unkind
I gave the scrap a tap
The dust blew in my mind
I felt that rhyme scrap burn
From top of head to toes
My mind a flight a tern
The rhyming turn of prose.
I found a scrap of rhyme
Upon the dusty floor
How could it be a crime
I opened up the door
Denis Streeter 9/17/10
I LOVE this poem, Denis! The imagery is great...as is the cool rhyming! I think that it's harder to write sophisticated rhyming poetry but you've done a great job here! Really impressed with this one!
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