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Deliver Me, Jeannie
The dirty dishes at the sink
are piled up high, near at the brink.
A reckoning is looming large:
a Staten Island garbage barge of smells, I think.
I’ve carried out the garbage pail;
I’ve twitched my nose to no avail,
but still that reek, that awful smell.
I tried a Jeannie blink as well, but it too failed.
Staring at what’s in front of me,
I’m faced with grim reality:
it’s time to replace every dish.
Will Amazon fulfill my wish in time for tea?
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A fun one called a Florette, done as quatrains (there's a quintain option as well):
Syllabic: 8/8/8/12
Rhyme: aaba, with line 4 matching the ‘b’ rhyme at syllable 8
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Jeff Kyser
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