hark and hello
with which i start this post to roll.
my fancy and penchant for verse today must seek explanation:
you see, i crave attention.

and so for rhyme and limerick be well preparèd,
for the next moments of yours will be in verse well rhymed.
seek not, though, the crest and fall of verse well measured,
i have neither genius, energy nor time.

yet time enough to plague your day
with endless words in rhyme so shoddy,
perhaps merry or maudlin, maybe sombre or gay...
but enough, to give you horror, and me, glee.

this all began from spark'd inspiration
when one night i found that great concentration
gave me the power to write in rhyme roundabout
(roundabout for logic, rhyme for my words, without a doubt!)

but i stray from the story in feeding my ego,
the plot that you need know should carry on.
simply, i found that sending any into battered woe,
required only the horror of my verse, rhyme and song.

so now that you are stuck in this quagmire,
smile, and let childish rhyme your day make bright?
perhaps we may set away wear and tire
if only we like children colour our sight

to roses pink and yellow sunset,
to fairy dust and dove-wing flap,
remove pretenses of age and wisdom,
and laugh like fools at rhyme so common.

but i see now the tired frowns,
the weary sighs that pull down our moods.
it seems that positive morals to us is no crown,
it is wicked, cruel humour that we relish like food.

so let me now see,
to what shall my words bend?
how do i from vice make glee,
or humour from my life so bland?

or is there here enough humour
to last you this night to another?
perhaps simply in these verses
you may find yourself from your worst times furthest?

i think it is so,
i should not fear,
my rhyme may be cold,
but it should bring some cheer.

what was i thinking?
of course it will!
i should never be doubting,
i am after all a genius still!

ok everybody...
don't say it's crap ok... there's a strict rhyme scheme i follow to...
AABB for the first stanza and alternating rhyme for the next two...
that makes four sections of three stanzas each...

this took me two hours...
what on earth possesed me to do it... i have no idea...
and if i ever get such an idea again...

remind me to:
a) find a wall
b) hard and solid, preferably
c) bang head
d) repeat

oh by the way thanks to dictionary.com and thesaurus.com for all the help in getting me out of some sticky linguistic situations...

'nighty everybody...