My brain refused to shut off
last night, wrestling with the
challenge of lai nouveau. In
the early dark hours, it spit out
a couple of poems (with a couple
of bonus syllables). Only now
do I discover I've only lai'd, and
I have not yet nouveau'd! (Sigh)
Submitted April 26, 2019
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A fellow named Art
drove a pink fish cart
He smelled
Veronica said
Don't come to my bed
She yelled
So driven by hope
Art applied lots of soap
He quelled
Things looked up for Art
No longer her heart
Withheld
A fellow named Doug
The neighborhood thug
Berated
Changed his thuggish ways
And now spent his days
Compensated
Reformed and imbued
With energy renewed
Updated
So now these two guys
have become quite wise
Emancipated
A blog for the midnight epiphanies and idle thoughts of a hopeless wordaholic.
Two wise guys, cool!
ReplyDeleteEveryone can change I think
ReplyDelete:-) I like these, very funny!
ReplyDeleteVery , very nice. The poem kept me reading and with a fine reward of tying at together. The rhymes did not sound stretched and the narrative funny and cute.
ReplyDeleteAh, but I just figured out one way this was easier for you. You did not follow the Lai form of aab, aab, aab --> which demands lots and lots of rhyming words.
ReplyDeleteYours was:
aab, ccb, ddb, aab, eeb, ffb, ggb, hhb, iib
Ah, Sabio, you rascal, you've called me out. Alas! What I've done is create a bastardized lai. Once I got into it, it seemed to have a mind of its own … (sigh)
ReplyDeleteThis is so entertaining Bev. I am glad you are having fun with the form restrictions.
ReplyDeleteAll he needed was some soap.
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