On a rainy day with nothing planned
And hours to fill at your command,
It’s hard for some to understand,
But it’s a trifle boring.
You do some crosswords, read a book,
Open closets, take a look,
Realize in the time it took,
That mess you’ll be ignoring.
It’s early, still, to watch TV;
You have a snack or two or three
And text a friend, but even she
Is busy with her choring.
And so, at last, since you are home,
Too lazy to head out to roam,
You find the topic for your poem,
The things to do indooring.
Categories:
choring, rain, today,
Form: Rhyme
Moving throughh each sample she
employed a various range of sound.
Her voice moved through each octave
with her concern to how she
sounded.Rushing through each
phrase choring
to make them rhyme: one noted of
the recitive nature and how
the composition was laborious
and unkind.To the advancement of
the scheme I discovered
the plot. A story of a wishful lover:
who labored more
where others had not. An expression to
make story of then to be put to song.
A man wished to love a woman:
who would
chore to get alone.Those who saw
the drama and
but refue to provide the scripts.
Those who would
rather be audeince to the classic
script. Or those
would speak these characters in the
order might
they marry and be one. Or those
who who are
happiest to make two into one.
Categories:
choring, music, relationship, song, sound,
Form: Bio
THIS IS A STORY OF "OLE" MEIN FABLE
WHO HAD A TALKING HORSE IN HIS STABLE
HIS COWS COULD TALK AND HIS ROOSTERS
COULD SING
THEY TOOK A CERTAIN PLEASURE TO THE JOY IT COULD BRING
THE HOGS DRANK BEER AND WORE LIGHT GREEN SADDLES
THE DUCKS ROWED BOATS WITH HANDMADE PADDLES
THE FROGS AND TOADS HELD BOUTS BY THE RIVER
THE WHEAT NEEDED CHORING AND THE STRAW SHOULD'VE DELIVERED
BUT "OLE" MEIN FABLES DRANK CIDER AND WHISKEY
HIS EX-WIFE WROTE HIM
SAYING I KNOW YOU MISS ME.
I GOTTA NEW MAN AND NEED SOME MONEY.
GONE IN THE SHED AND GET SUM FOR ME.
"OLE" MEIN FABLE STOOD AND SAID
SHE WAS A DRILL ON THE FLOOR AND AH HAMMER IN THE BED
HE CURSED THAT WOMAN UNTIL THE STORMS CLOUDS CAME
WHINING AND COMPLAINING
ABOUT SILLY THINGS
THE COWS HEARD THE CONVERSATION AND THE ROOSTER
COMMENTED AND SAID
AH RABBIT TOLD YOUR WOMAN
THAT WHY HE'S MAD....
THE ROOSTER SANG
PICK THEM TOMATOES
CUT THAT GRASS
DOUGH SEE DOUGH
YOU TALKING TO FAST
SNEEZE IN THE DUST
RAKE THE LEAVES
YOU WOMAN DON'T WANT YOU
THAT'S THE WAY THINGS BEE
Categories:
choring, betrayal, celebrity, dance, farm,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
I LOVE THE WAY
IT SOUNDS STRANGE
YET WHAT BETTER WAY TO EXPLAIN
NOTHINGS CHANGED
IT'S STILL THE SAME
AND THE WAYS OF NIGHT
ARE BORING
A FROG CROSSED THE CREEK
THE OTHER SIDE IT SEEKS
THE FLIES AND GNATS
ARE IGNORING HIM
HE STICKS HIS TOUNGE TO EAT
A MEAL HE SEEKS
TO DINE ON WHAT HAD IGNORED HIM
IT STREAMS LIKE A BASSOON
AND TO WHAT I ASSUME
MEANS THE REST
EITHER ARE REHERSTING OR
ARE CHORING
THEY PRACTICE TO BE HEARD
THE CONDUCTER KNOW THE WORD
THE HORNS ARE POSITIONED THIRD
AND THE SINGER
LABORS IN SONG
IS IT RIGHT FROM THE START
THEY ARE PITCHED PERFECT
FROM THE STRAT
WHILE FLIES ARE DANCING
IGNORING ME.
WHY DO I SING THIS SONG
CAUSE I LOVE YOU
WHY ARE THESE THIS SUNG
CAUSE I LOVE WHAT YOU DO
THAN WHAT IS SAID AND BETTER HEARD
LACKING IN ENDEAVOR
SPOKEN IN EVERY WORD
Categories:
choring, river,
Form: Burlesque
Indulge the sweet juicy nectar
string part sector
dulcet wee drip
caress your lip
A distinct fragrance very rare
hard to compare
scopa choring
pollen storing
Fetching Chuckles, honeysuckles!
Categories:
choring, garden,
Form: Rhyme
Indulge the sweet juicy nectar
string part sector
dulcet wee drip
caress your lip
A distinct fragrance very rare
hard to compare
scopa choring
pollen storing
Multicolored succulent vine
A teasing dine
fetching chuckles
honeysuckles
word count 38
Categories:
choring, imagery, nature,
Form: Tail-rhyme