[carol m]

Good form is the norm
When a new kid is born
But I fear that the muse
That we use to amuse
Might have to be wooed
To prevent being booed -
Which I want to avoid
Or to make you annoyed
In a time such as this
In your new state of bliss.

It’s come into my head
Concerning this thread
That to make it last longer
(And to be ever fonder
In my mind at least)
It would make it a feast
And a glorious beast
If it never was ceased –


We could break with the past
And make this one last
Forever and ever
In our wordy endeavour -
At least make the ton
Or a hundred and one
In the posting of rhymes
Any day, any time,
Any style, any line -
We should try and converse
In our quite matchless verse.

As you see from above
My lines are askew
But please think of the dove
And with kindness anew
Forgive with indulgence
If you can’t muster love.

Now it’s the rhyming
That’s come all adrift
At least there’s still timing
(Some say it’s a gift)
I don’t think I agree
As you probably see
I think that the knack is
To put in the practice.