This is a Poem

by Sponson Light

Published January 14, 2006

This is the poem's sign.
This is the poem's second line,
after this line comes the next.
Stay along, and you'll do fine,
here's the next stanza.

A word show bonanza,
This is the second stanza,
it'll be over in ten more words.
Keep on reading this extravaganza,
I wont dissapoint you much.

My writings out of touch,
I must regain its clutch,
with a poem like this,
I hope it isn't too much.
To rhyme the next stanza, giraffe.

Its the five sentence graph,
For the final paragraph,
It'll be the best one yet.
It might even give a laugh,
because it's the end.

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yoha_ahoy
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yoha_ahoy commented Comment · Jan 19, 2006

Hehe! I like this. It's a very humorous poem. Nice job. It did make me laugh. :)

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Sponson Light
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Sponson Light commented Comment · Jan 19, 2006

well there was president taft,
and it sounds like graph,
but so does raft,
I dunno.

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*Twilight*
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*Twilight* commented Comment · Jan 18, 2006

Heh I agree Matt Bellamy it is an interesting Idea. Like I said about your poem: Batteries I like poems if they are unique and creative and this was one of them...but was giraffe the only word you could think of that rhymes with graph?

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Sponson Light
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Sponson Light commented Comment · Jan 18, 2006

Oh whoops, I figured the 4 lines per stanza was over used. So I just went back and stuck in a new line.
:P

I changed the third stanza completely and made it more self aware.

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Matt Bellamy
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Matt Bellamy wrote a review Review · Jan 17, 2006

Interesting idea, I like it. However a couple of lines didn't seem to make sense, for the sake of rhyming. And "This is the poem's first line," was actually the second line :P Great idea, and with a little touching up, it could be a great poem too.



I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights