30 Poems in 30 Days 2009: Day Thirteen
September 13, 2009 by John Hewitt
Today is a good day to rhyme. It’s a glorious Sunday afternoon (sorry I didn’t get to this sooner) and therefore a great day to have some fun. There will be no serious subjects today. The form I am about to promote just can’t handle anything like that. It is just for fun.
If you feel the absolute urge to rhyme, then Skeltonic Verse (also known as Tumbling Verse) is the way to go. The rules of Skeltonic Verse are simple.
Keep the line lengths between three and six words.
Every end word rhymes with the last until you start a new set of rhymes – heart, fart, tart, smart, cart, start, line, shine, dine, mine, sign, vine…
Keep the same rhyme until it starts to lose its energy/impact.
The poem should have energy and be fun.
Skeltonic Verse is named after its creator, English poet John Skelton (1460-1529). Skelton tutored King Henry the Eighth when he was just a prince, spent time in prison, was censured by the Church and in general, seemed to have a great amount of fun.
Today’s Poetry Prompt
Write a poem using Skeltonic Verse.
The Cash Dash
I’ve had six jobs
Writing for snobs
With yammering gobs
And digital fobs
Behind steel doors
The cubicles soar
For floors and floors
Filled with bores
And corporate whores
All keeping score
I hunt and peck
I write the dreck
I fill the deck
Up to my neck
Until I wreck
Hey what the heck
I should douse
This little grouse
After all it bought my house
Related links
- 30 Poems in 30 Days (1.000)
- 30 Poems in 30 Days: Why you should write poetry (1.000)
- 30 Poems in 30 Days: Writing About Yourself (1.000)
- 30 Poems in 30 Days: Writing About Issues (1.000)
- 30 Poems in 30 Days: Poetry of Place (1.000)
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Ha, I’ll have quite a time
writing short lines that rhyme,
BUt beware it’d be a crime
t think this werve sublime,
for it’s drivelling slime
and barely passes for grime.
for I’d say that today I’m
a little past my prime.
and would do better to mime
or simply strike some chime,
than tpo charge you a dime
and subject you to my rhyme.
Sick
I’ve got a cold
I’m feeling old
I can’t be bold
With daring verse
Both funny and terse
I’m feeling worse
At the very thought
You didn’t ought
To do this, sport
Inflicting strict rhyme
At such a time
When surely I’m
Incapable of thinking
I sit here blinking
And might take to drinking
My mind is blanking
But enough of this wanking
I should be thanking
Good Mr Hewitt
Who believes I can do it
And look, I’m through it!
I slightly failed the rhyming at times. Meh. I’ll try again later ^^
I smile at the wind
Before I begin
Another day of sin
In my mother’s eyes
I like to free-think
As often as I blink
And while others drink
I’m writing my social epitaph
In shimmering poetry, words that wink
But prayer is my mom’s goal
She’s fearing for my soul
All these hours on my own
The only time I feel
Connected in every bone
To humanity as a whole
I walk on in the sun
I am everyone and no one
And I am having fun
Regardless, having fun
If Only
Stuck in class
Wishing for grass
Beneath the sun with a glass
Of champagne and a board pass
That takes me mardi gas
Wishing to be somewhere far
Maybe to see the Czar
And visit the grand Bazaar
And see the Northern Star
And driving around in a sport car
If only life is as we dream
And not be as dreary as it might seem
We might live in a regime
Where happiness is our theme
And we will be a great team.