Rhyming is a matter of preference. I rarely rhyme. It cost me the writing pin when I was in high school. There we were, poeticgrin and I, going head-to-head, writer against writer. Our teacher especially loved Bryanic poetry, which is lyrical and rhyming and has great flow. Bryantonian poems are artistic, very well crafted. I do not deny this, but why was there only but one pin? So I don’t rhyme…shouldn’t my dark comedy count for something?
After all:
No means yes
to hell you go
Wiggly-whats: my contribution to jibberish witticisms today. Usage example: You’re such a wiggly-what. Or cover your wiggly-whats.
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December 13, 2008 at 9:10 am
poeticgrin
You and your decade-long grudge… every hate poem is about me, isn’t it? The first wiggly-what is addressed to me, isn’t it?
December 13, 2008 at 9:44 am
medicatedlady
Yes. Hmpt.
December 14, 2008 at 6:00 pm
Paul Squires
That is a very conclophonic post, very Bryanesque with a smootin of emmilydickensonishnesses to it too.