Laura Breidenthal Poet Ballade

A Ballade of Beseeching

As I was washing the dishes last week
I looked outside my windowpane.
Snow-filled land and winter bleak,
I see a moose—how inane!
Thinking I must be going insane, 
Or perhaps something of a retard,
I asked many but the answer was the same
Please get the moose out of my yard

One day within that crazy week
My husband was working in the plains
He went to a bush to take a leak
And there, staring, it was again!
He ran through the village through gasps of fright he just couldn’t retain
Now my hubbie is a lunatic, paranoid and scarred
With no fortune to his name!
Please get the moose out of my yard

Living here with seven babes on a meadow leek
Trying to keep sane
All the neighbors think me a freak
As I try to reassure and explain
And STILL the blasted animal remains
Keeping me absorbedly on-guard
He even trampled my great dane into grain!
Please get the moose out of my yard 

Dear Prince, soon King so to speak
I beseech you with utmost regard
If it so pleases I will throw you a daughter for queen
Just please—PLEASE get the moose out of my yard!

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Chuck Novotny April 1, 2012 at 11:30 PM I'm fascinated with your skill in crafting a piece so close to perfect, at a rhymed length I yet aspire to. Some wonderful images planted here! - Chuck

Rascal Jones March 23, 2012 at 8:47 AM Goodness-Me, Laura! It has been some time since I've had the pleasure of enjoying such a well-composed Ballade, and in raw, raucous humour...LOL! Though, each line is unique in itself, these stood out for me: "As I try to reassure and explain And STILL the blasted animal remains"...ha-hahhh, the maddening persistence of the beast! Issues: 2nd line...add a period after windowpane, each line should be the same syllable-count (usually 8 or 10). Much enjoyed, Laura...big hugs, Dear Poetess! Rascal Laura Breidenthal March 26, 2012 at 9:58 PM Thanks a million!

Rebecca Larkin March 14, 2012 at 1:12 PM the second stanza makes me think of scream hahaha! =P but I thought you wanted a pet moose...lol. great poem. MOOSE! (:>l <---there's snaperkins for ya. :P Laura Breidenthal March 14, 2012 at 4:20 PM Well, thankfully Scream isn't my hubbie. And thankfully I'm not the woman saying all this in the poem!! ;) Scream: WAIT...WHAT!? 8)

Don Johnson March 7, 2012 at 3:25 AM touch of said the raven nevermore about it... by whatsis name ....love it babe.... Laura Breidenthal March 12, 2012 at 6:38 PM Hahah Edgar Allen Poe? ;) Love that poem -- that's one of my favorites of all time (The Raven)