A Poem that rymes
by Leslie W. Bond
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
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I got bored one day back in 1990, and so I wrote this down. Its on the simple side of my imagination.
Once upon a time, there was a dime. It was said, it was made of lead. The shiney dime, oh sometimes would show its head, its not red. The shiney dime, it will ryme; it fell on my bed, bounced up and hit my head. The shiny dime met a new quarter, so thirty five cents eloped to the border. I know that the quarter does not ryme, so my saying is just a bit shorter. I'm still to think if there is a link, or maybe my poems about to sink. I'd better stop while I'm ahead, so I'll go flop into my bed.
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|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|LOL this one is really cute :-)|
|Reviewed by Marie Wadsworth
|Lol. This is great. It has some spelling errors, but it's very catchy.|
|Reviewed by Tony Nerone
|Good Morning, Mr.Bond
Not only did this poem rhyme, it made me chuckle:)
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|"A Poem that rymes" beats the drums of imagination and sounds seeds for poetical creation on the prairie of the active Verb.
I Salute the Author of "A Poem that rymes".
I think it needs to be revised and polished.
Keep writing; keep posting, Author Leslie Bond, You got the style, the tools and the talent.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU