Written by: David Pennington

I wrote some beautiful verse last night 
A rhyming loving poem sounding grand 
Oh how the words did flow 
Consisting of elegiac pentameter 
With words of elegant form 
But, where did it go 
It was coming out so beautifully
I can’t for the life of me truly know 
A poetic story does not have to rhyme 
But in growing interest it must climb 
It may be that the poem was so good 
It climbed so high it go lost in the clouds 


David Pennington