The Balloon Vendor

(Triolet) A tribute to the “Balloon Man” by Rose Fyleman He comes market to sell balloons. Red, pinks and purple, blue and greens. O, they shine nice in the sun soon. He comes market to sell balloons. And seems to forget lunch at noon. Balloons are just tied in a string. He comes market to sell balloons. Red, pinks and purple, blue and greens.

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/11/2014 10:47:00 PM

I guess we could call this modern triolet for not rhyming all the lines. I enjoyed this one as well. I bet you would be very good with pantoums, which have this flavor to them! I notice you do lots of limericks . Isn't it fun to be able to view our poems by their forms? let me go see one of your limericks.

Deneen White

Date: 9/10/2008 3:13:00 PM

a nice and light-hearted write, this brought a smile to my face. take care D-nyce