They tell me I cannot rhyme,
Say my meter is off-track.
If they repeat it one more time,
I will resort to my prozac.
I know I should stick to prose,
But poetry challenges me,
I love trying to compose
Lovely verses full of glee.
I still cannot understand
That iambic pentameter thing.
I do think it should be banned.
It's free verse that makes me sing.
How will I defend myself
Next time my critics attack?
I'll tell them the poetry elf,
Endowed me with a modernist knack.
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Writing Prompt |
Write a 50 to 100-word rhyming poem about an innocent behavior that a busybody might criticize. Defend that behavior at the end of the poem. (No busybody mention is required.)
Rules:
From FS editors (basic, advanced) select two colors, one each for font and background.
Use only one illustration (optional).
No animation, soundtrack, or other special effects.
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Unfair Accusation Contest Winner
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Author Notes
Please do not be offended if you've ever criticized my poetry, I know I'm a terrible poet.
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