Sometimes you just have to rest
Even though you try your best
To do the things
You need to do
Too tired to rhyme
So I’ll have some time
To myself today
Not work, not play
Just relax
And rest
For half an hour!
And close my eyes
And sleep
Rest
Tag: Rhyme
Such strange monsters
Such strange creatures
Monsters of myth
Seen in the morning
In the valley in a mist.
Draco, dragon, leather winged
Sharp of teeth
It’s head fringed
With scales or feathers
Glistening claws
How ugly they are
With ferocious Jaws!
Ginger
There was a cat called Ginger
He was really fat
He went upstairs quite slowly
And at the top he sat
I called him for his breakfast
I called him for his tea.
But there he lay upon his mat
Until he rolled and jumped back down
Much slimmer now, not fat!
Spring-filtered
Oh you beauty
Colours split
Spring in a rainbow sits
Gaudy yellows
Proper reds
Generous greens
Flower heads
Blues and purples
Different hues
Oh what fun
When a filter is used!
Mirror mirror
Mirror mirror, on the wall
What do you see, the room at all?
Do you see the world around
Clearly see where you are bound?
Into night, away from day
Where your owner learns to play
Music on the piano.
Making every hour go
So when a face you finally show
The thought is there
A face so fair.
Limerick
Today’s prompt for Esther Chiltons limerick challenge is Bread this week. I wrote this poem to be humorous and although I hate marmite I wouldn’t try and stop anyone else eating it.
Limericks have two rhyming lines at the start, then two lines with a different rhyme and then one single, final line, that rhymes with the first two.
Maybe it’s time to get your pen out…?
Play with the words, it’s fun, no doubt!
Rhyme and couplet
Words you can bet
You can be a real limerick lout!
Sunshine!
Someone switched the light on?
Let the sun in
Opened the curtain
Star shining bright
Flooded with light
Flare of yellow gold
Shining through the cold
Makes me feel less old.
Cracking up
I’m cracking up
I have to say-
I’ve really had
A funny day.
It wasn’t droll
It wasn’t bad
It wasn’t silly
It wasn’t sad
It has just been
A little odd
I’m wondering whether
I need a pod
Of dolphins –
Who’ll swim with me
Till my head spins
No more, and I am me!
Aitches
When I was at school our teacher taught us a rhyme to remember how to pronounce the letter H (or ‘a itches are wrong’ it means you are dropping your H). It went like this:
Old Harry Oakes,
Host of the Hare and Hounds,
Has Hard, and Horribly Horny Hands!
We had to stand up and say this in class! I think it’s because we all had Birmingham accents and he wanted us to sound more middle class!
I can remember a few more rhymes and nursery rhymes that have popped into my mind recently. Is this a sign of getting old?
Fire in the sky
Flames of light
Lick the canvas of sky
Bright gouts of pink
Orange, red, purple
Watercolour wash
Or oil paint smother
Icing on the cake
Of the day.
Fire in the sky
A beautiful tie dye.
Mallaband-Brown 