Inspired by but not written for a contest
I once knew a man from Tarsus
He had only one way of catharsis
He would sit on a pot,
and release all he'd got
Stressing his point with an arsis
Categories:
arsis, humor, word play,
Form: Limerick
It happened on safari at the librarty
as I stalked a grand sonnet
I had planned to bag as a trophy,
to hang on my wall.
A nearby reviewer's keyboard
accidentally discharged
(I hope it was an accident!)
Out blast a critique striking my Iambic foot
It blew off my accents,
and my big accented syllable.
I still bleed from my verse.
An alcoholic librarian sewed them back on
using a Dictionary and a Thesaurus
but she put the arsis and thesis
in the wrong order.
Ugly and painful is my Iambic foot.
I can only stager through my unbalanced stanzas
by using a ball-point-pen as a crutch.
Now my good trochee foot is giving way
from the extra weight.
I walk in circles around rhythm.
My structure, I fear, is unbearable and
my line brakes are
damaged.
I fret that my poor Iambic foot
will be bandaged in metaphors ---
forever!
Categories:
arsis, funny,
Form: Free verse