Jeff Kyser Poet Rhyme Royal

Miss Greta G

Regrettably, Miss Greta G
must use a broom to clean her room;
she let the pigs come play, you see
for they were neat, so she assumed.
How learned she this? Not clear by whom.
I think I may have, I confess,
so I shall help clean up the mess.

I think ’twas from the book she saw,
a pig whose house was made of sticks,
another one was made of straw;
the last of course, was made of bricks.
On seeing these three piles, it clicks,
but how the pigs got from the barn?
Now that should be a tangled yarn.

She nearly pulled the whole thing off;
the cat is out, for here’s the deal:
Although I had my headphones on,
as I passed by, I heard a squeal,
and caught a whiff with porcine feel.
And now dear Greta’s rather mad,
And I’m the wolf, mean, big and bad.

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In the rhyming form of a Rhyme Royal, but using 8 syllables instead of 10

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