Poems

May 15, 2007 by lijluvr356

A tiger going for a stroll
Met an old man and ate him whole
The old man shouted and he jumped
The tiger’s stomach churned and bumped
The other tigers said, “Now, really,
We hear your breakfast much too clearly!”
The moral is, he should have chewed.
It does no good to bolt one’s food.
Nine mice on tiny tricycles went riding on the ice.
They rode in spite of warning signs, they rode despite advice.
The signs were right: the ice was thin,
In half a trice the mice fell in
And from their chins down to their toes,
Those mice entirely froze.
Nine mindless mice who paid the price
Are thawing slowly on the ice,
Still sitting on their tricycles,
Nine white and shining micycles.

Now I lay me down to sleep
In mud that’s many fathoms deep.
If i’m not here when you awake,
Just hunt me with an oyster rake.

No Theme
by Adam
This poem has no theme,
Just a brilliant rhyme sceme,
An internal rhyme from time to time,
And several stunningly superb alliterations.

An approximate rhyme can be found around here,
It’s very near,
And it’s really quite fine, but now it is gone,
And will never return again.

Ample alliterations abound in this poem,
Enough to fill up a sizable tome,
And internal rhymes are incredibly plentiful,
Because they are such a great trait.

As I have said before,
This poem has wonderful traits by the score,
But the one thing that it lacks,
Is a theme.

Hello world!

May 7, 2007 by lijluvr356

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