ROSES ARE RED -
SOME VIOLETS PINK -
HERE'S A POME -
SEE WHAT YEW THINK!

RHYME - OR - NOT?

Copyright: March 25, 2008 - Tom Hyland


Equanimity - can not be Wrought
By dropping a Bomb,
For one of its Synonyms Is,
A shorter word - Aplomb!


Another word may be Substituted,
This is the Disclosure,
Wrap your lips Around
An alternate word - Composure!


When doing up your Hair,
You may use a Brush, or Comb,
And although spelled the Same,
It rhymes Not with Womb!


When people die, we bury Them,
Deep within a Tomb,
This rhymes with the word Above,
But now I’m forced to end this verse with Love!


Some can write with Intelligence,
Others can make us Numb, or Dumb,
But as I pen this Morsel,
You may think I’m just a Crumb!


A Pirate, a Poet, a Pawn, or a Bum,
Some may peruse of a Fairy-Tale,
And be Humming -
Fee - Fie -Foe -Fum!


This brings us round to another Word,
Like the Capitol’s roof, or Dome,
We may see it shine in Sunlight,
As Congress’s D.C. Home!


No matter where I Wander,
Nor where I may Roam,
I may often Wonder,
What have I Become?


As the ideas flow Abundantly,
Back to Square One we Come,
Another’s Tea may be a Poison,
At least to a minor number - Some!


The Head on a Beer,
Oft’ is called - Foam,
Avoid Dumping it on your Lawn,
To prevent having a Drunken Gnome!


In Nome, or Rome, we may find Loam,
In a Library, perhaps a Tome -
Or Two, or Three, or Four -
Alas! I hereby end this Poem -
No More, No More, No More!



Morbid Mordred Murdered Yorick,
One Fell Swoop -
With a Column,
Which Was Doric!
Hoop - De - Dupe - De - Doop!