Mischief
Your
Mischief
Surpassed mine
Made me crazy
So hard and sublime
Do you think I am slow?
Made me angry, made me pout
When you whipped your big mischief out
Too bad you are my younger cousin
I cannot replace you by the dozen
You dear, are the mischief making queen
I have spit, stomped, stamped, yelled and screamed
No one tops your insane ways
I will try every day
I will sneak around
Until I top
Your mischief-
Ous ways
Yes!
This is formed like a Ninette, however, it is like an expanded ninette because instead of a ninette’s traditional 9 lines, I have turned this into nineteen lines. A traditional ninette starts with a small word,
Adding one syllable to each line until the fifth line, then it changes and decreases each line by one syllable.
Written 9/8/2018 Nina Parmenter’s Contest
A Form of Mischief
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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