What's the P-Itch
At midnight Arthur fell asleep.
It was prevented to be deep,
he felt an itching on his head.
The unknown made the man´s flesh creep,
it maddened him. But look ahead!
He stumbled on the book he´d read,
then took a mirror. Look, a flea!
He slew the beast and went to bed.
Soon after on poor Arthur´s knee
he felt an itching. Look! A bee,
disturbed by unfamiliar light,
went for a walk on him. So he
got up again to start a fight.
The bee seemed to be out of sight,
but then with rabid battle cry
he hit the target. What a night!
Dropped into bed with a deep sigh,
in thick of fight night had gone by.
He triumphantly clapped his hands
... and felt an itching. Look, a fly!
May 16, 2022
Rubaiyat Contest Poetry Contest
sponsored by Sotto Poet
8 syllables per line and 5 stanzas
rhyme aaba-bbcb-ccdc-dded-eefe.
Copyright © Anton Bradinger | Year Posted 2022
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