An attempt at a rhymed poem

[conuly]

First, we must take out the bread
And then, the peanut butter spread
No, you cannot have it now.
No! What have I just said?

I will make this sandwich now
And drink it with milk, from a cow
We can't be all out of it!
How can this be? Tell me how!

Now you can have a little bit
Just go into your chair and sit
I'm so sad, I hang my head....
The lack of milk cast down my spir-it.

Okay, this is a poetic form I'm never using again.

Comments

[darkpoole.livejournal.com]

I was gonna try this one, only I had no idea what the form was called. I knew it only from Robert Frost. (http://www.web-books.com/Classics/Poetry/Anthology/Frost/Stopping.htm) I appreciate your enlightening link. (Actually, I find many of your links to be enlightening.)

Maybe I'll still give it a shot, even though I'm obviously not the first kid on the block to try it.

You have my sympathies. Running out of milk sucks.

[conuly]

I found it completely by accident.

I recognized the name a bit because my absolute *favorite* trilogy of books right now is loosely based on the (original) poem that the form is named after.

And I love that Frost poem, as well, so I *had* to try it :)