Ship of Fools: Tag Poem Redux

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Posted by Doublethink (# 1984) on :

One 4 line stanza per post, rhyming abab, 10 syllables a line the first line of which is the same as the last line of the previous stanza.

Subject: Autumn.

First stanza goes to whoever posts first ...

(People not staying on topic will be pelted with iambs.)

[ETA title typo.]

[ 01. September 2014, 18:29: Message edited by: Doublethink ]

Posted by Firenze (# 619) on :

Season of haars and yellow frightfulness
Close bosom friend of the enduring rain
In league with him to make a mulchy mess
Of sodden pavement and o'erflowing drain.

Posted by Penny S (# 14768) on :

Of sodden pavement and o'erflowing drain
Where linger burger wrappers and a single chip
And messages from bramble bingeing birds
Be careful where your foot goes, lest you trip.

Posted by mark_in_manchester (# 15978) on :

Be careful where your foot goes lest you trip
Conkers banned, in case some risk arises
Seasonal danger abounds - here's a tip:

Dead leaves in deep piles conceal surprises.

Posted by Cara (# 16966) on :

Dead leaves in deep piles conceal surprises
and yet the children never can resist
and jump right in; each one soon devises
another game, in evening's chilly mist.

Posted by Doublethink (# 1984) on :

Heavenly sentiments chaps !

DT
Circstyx

Posted by Ariel (# 58) on :

No thanks. You can have it back. [Big Grin]

Cheers

Ariel, Heaven Host

Posted by Doublethink (# 1984) on :

Ingrate.

Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on :

Another game in chilly evenings mist
Is shuffle board upon the Ship of Fools,
When hosts apply a none too gentle fist
Making a mockery of all the rules.

Posted by pimple (# 10635) on :

Making a mockery of all the rules,
I shovel Cotswold gravel round my heathers.
I never clean or sharpen any tools,
Weed not, not prune, nor feed, in any weathers.

Posted by Cara (# 16966) on :

Weed not, nor prune, nor feed, in any weathers
--that's not the way to make the garden grow!
No blooms in spring or summer; no feathers
in your cap for your autumn garden's glow.

Posted by Firenze (# 619) on :

In your cap, for your autumn garden's glow
Place fairy lights. Now, as you kill each slug,
A fetching sparkle plays upon the hoe
- Though only within three feet of the plug.

Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on :

Though only within three feet of the plug
The electric mower has had a stroke...
Without so much as a clunk, whirr or chug,
Autumnal leaves have caused the fatal choke.

Posted by Firenze (# 619) on :

'Autumnal leaves have caused the fatal choke'
The Inspector said. 'So obviously
We're looking for this rather angry bloke
Possibly in possession of a tree.'

Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on :

[Overused]

...possibly in possession of a tree...
as Christopher Robin, for Halloween...
then add a cloud, a balloon, and a bee.
Would that be the finest costume you've seen?

[ 28. September 2014, 20:25: Message edited by: Banner Lady ]

Posted by Firenze (# 619) on :

Be the finest costume you have seen?
That calls for lots of lace on top or a
Hat with feathers. Britches of velveteen -
Like something from the Paris Opera.

Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on :

Like something from the Paris opera
the autumn light glows gold, then dims to dark;
Soft rustling... clatter ceasing... before a
silence descends upon the city park.

Posted by mark_in_manchester (# 15978) on :

<Tangent: My enjoyment of the Verseworks board has belatedly taken me to Stephen Fry's 'Ode Less Travelled', which I'm having great fun getting into. The first exercise has a lot to do with this thread, and drove me to the following doggerel:

In looking for a score or more of lines
to scope the limits of the great Iamb
one starts to find one stretching thin designs
into a pentametric form of spam.

As you were [Smile]

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