Poets and Alarm Clocks
When it failed to ring,
I wondered, hell why it didn't—
This alarm sweet that must sing,
But there was no hint.
It soon volunteered:
You wound me too tight last night,
Clocks like humans are weird—
React if wound tight.
Poets erudite
Beware, readers are wound loose,
Ye may soar like a loose kite,
Till it gets your goose.
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These quatrains (no traditional format of AAAA, AABB, ABAB, and ABBA), but each line of five or seven syllables, are symmetrically set in each stanza, 5/7/7/5.
Tongue-in-cheek |16.08.2019|
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