A.E. Rivenbark Poet Rhyme

Roar

Roaring lion conquered her woe
Sweetly batted her eyes, his  doe
His nips on her lips, fragile
Slipping in ardor, agile
And he stroked her flower-- soft
Held her in his heart aloft
Roaring lion conquered her woe
Sweetly batted her eyes, his doe

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This is called an Octelle, rhyme scheme= aabbccaa, syllables= 8-8-7-7-7-7-8-8

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Robert Lindley October 5, 2014 at 1:06 PM Truly a great write.. A hard task to pull off with such few verses but you did it so very well. Rating this one a very solid 7...

Eileen Manassian September 4, 2014 at 2:06 AM This is a great write. Love lions and how you made HER the lion and HIM the prey! Beautiful work!