In Frango-Land where blue trees grow
beneath the snow,
I love to jog
across the bog.
Though two feet deep in gruesome gloop,
I loop the loop
with practised ease
'mongst azure trees.
Fat squirdle birds divinely glow;
they seem to know
my harmless tricks
won't squelch their chicks.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a Minute Poem. The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff. See an example and more details in the announcement. |
Author Notes
Just for fun...
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