The last time I saw Paris snow was gently falling,
It was, as I recall, toward the end of December.
Christmas shoppers to families excitedly calling,
The last time I saw Paris snow was gently falling,
Seemed like every happy Parisian was a-malling
How well that holiday season I can remember
The last time I saw Paris, snow was gently falling,
It was, as I recall, toward the end of December.
Seemed like every happy Parisian was a-malling
Christmas shoppers to families excitedly calling.
The last time I saw Paris snow was gently falling,
It was, as I recall, toward the end of December
How well that holiday season I can remember
Laughing as monsieur bought his wife a blender.
written September 30, 2021
[A trionet, a form I invented which
combines elements of the triolet
with the 14-line sonnet]
Categories:
malling, christmas, december, fun, paris,
Form: Rhyme
Raging rapids rumble down the ragged rocky row
Of the many magnificent mountains that tumble down below,
From up upon the clouds
The eyes can see so far and wide,
The rapids race down mercifully
Till they merge in the valleys tide,
From the clouds they drop pennies,
And while they watch them gracefully fall,
They wish that they could quench their thirst
In the glittering waters below,
But what they do not see in the tempting pool they seek,
Are the many malling monsters that lurk within it's deep.
Categories:
malling,
Form: I do not know?
dark dark force drawing me nigh
higher and higher into the sky.
falling falling tumbling there callling
a werewolf malling ones soul
another pole runer enters hell
a spirit landed and fell
baring tall tale foes its bell
demons compell me allthough
a witch reading me a weary spell.
calling my soul into a shell,were she
has hiden it deep in a well.
julie ann mcginnis 10/30/06
Categories:
malling, visionary, me, me,
Form: Acrostic