Friday, June 3, 2011

Poem #206

The repercussions
of long discussions
can be deep and wide and troubling.
For strong protection
try misdirection.
Perhaps mention tripling or bubbling.

Did you notice the "misdirection"? If you were paying attention, you were likely waiting for a rhyme with "troubling" and the setup word of "tripling" should have led you to expect "doubling". But then I threw in "bubbling" instead. Okay, so it's gimmicky. What do you want? I'm providing these free of charge.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Poem #205

If I start to pant
but I'm still unable to breathe
and my skin breaks out in hives,
please don't — you can't —
I don't want you to leave
or force feed my sour cream and chives.

I don't remember composing this one, but it sure seems like it was strictly an exercise in rhyme.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Poem #204

Once I am dead
I won't need a bed.
For I won't do any more sleeping.
Nor will I require
any fancy attire
or alarm clock to wake me with beeping.