Be accountable, please.
Insurmountable pleas
Are compelling my knees'
Quadrupedal disease.
I am crawling the floor.
Limitations implore
For the ending of bore
That I should have forswore.
When you stood to harangue,
A familiar pang
Hit my ear with a bang,
Then a vitriol sprang.
Your patella will ache
For the heed you forsake.
I am ramming to slake
An impulsion to quake.
An impulsion to quake.
Some delicious rhymes worked around a two-beat stress - I guess before you walk you have to crawl and before you crawl you have to put your knees on the ground.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Bill! Really strong and crisp end-rhymes in this one.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Bill and Hannah :)
ReplyDeleteHey jack,great rhythm and rhyme, love the please/pleas in first stanza.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed very much the construction of this poem, Jack. It begs to be read aloud. Third stanza was my favorite. Perhaps because I've 'been there.'
ReplyDeleteOuch, this sounds painful, and all of my limbs relate!
ReplyDeleteHi Jack. I've nominated you for the Kreativ Blogger Award on my blog because I enjoy perusing your verse work and you very pleasantly visit my blog. :) Hopefully the post will direct some people your way to see your works.
ReplyDeleteLOVE the harangue / pang / clang / sprang rhymes! I haven't heard the word harangue in so long. :)
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