
Originally Posted by
brocktonblockbust
I am the Weıghts & Measures Vızıer who thrackets and crimps
the whack-jobs and the pimps
who blow theır frıkkın trumpets
whılst sıppıng tea and chompıng crumpets;
The Great Treasures are found
precisely where Lyle abounds---
Quinkly Quine, the clock strikes 9
then the Thracket bristlingly starts to whine:
"An ace in the hole was certain!
but now I'm faced with Holy Curtains!"
Brock, kudo's for trying but your poems are constructed incorrectly.
If it's a 4 line verse then ideally the 1st and 3rd line should rhyme, in turn so does the 2nd and 4th. Repeat and rinse.
This will offer a greater flow to the poem and read alot deal better for the end user.
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