Saturday, April 27, 2019


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

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

A fellow named Doug
The neighborhood thug

Changed his thuggish ways
And now spent his days

Reformed and imbued
With energy renewed

So now these two guys
have become quite wise


  1. Very , 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.

  2. Ah, 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.
    Yours was:
    aab, ccb, ddb, aab, eeb, ffb, ggb, hhb, iib

  3. 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)

  4. This is so entertaining Bev. I am glad you are having fun with the form restrictions.