Thursday, May 13, 2010

Word Games

Thursday looms
and words doth race.
Gather them round
this dark place.

We shall start a bright fire
and toss verbs to the flame.
As adjectives admire,
pronouns blame.

Stack them up
and build them higher.
No adverbs allowed
to conspire.

Now quietly watch
as night steals interjection's quarrel.
The blaze of my stanza's fate
lends a poetry moral.

Don't mess with the noun.
It will make you frown.
Ha! These lines win
a big ole grin.


Something different for Jingle's Poet's Rally this week. Happy Thursday! Enjoy!


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