Another little rhyme
Okay so... you want me to write another one. One about a specific person? Alright let's see what I can come up with....
Once upon a time,
Shelley made a ryme,
And all her bloggers thought that it was great.
"Well, that is nice" she thought,
but it put her on the spot,
She realized her mistake a bit too late.
Boy should she have known,
That all of those at home,
Would ask her to make rhymes at quite a rate.
Do more, write more, they said,
So much it hurt her head,
She should have known that this'd be her fate.
To try to make a rhyme,
Well.... it takes a bit of time,
And they don't always come out quite so great.
She tried it anyway,
And it turned out okay,
But if you want more it'll simply have to wait.
There you go. If you hadn't guessed, this one was about me. :) That's just what came out.
PS. If you can't tell by reading this, I have "a slight headache" right now. Oh well... We all get them.
Once upon a time,
Shelley made a ryme,
And all her bloggers thought that it was great.
"Well, that is nice" she thought,
but it put her on the spot,
She realized her mistake a bit too late.
Boy should she have known,
That all of those at home,
Would ask her to make rhymes at quite a rate.
Do more, write more, they said,
So much it hurt her head,
She should have known that this'd be her fate.
To try to make a rhyme,
Well.... it takes a bit of time,
And they don't always come out quite so great.
She tried it anyway,
And it turned out okay,
But if you want more it'll simply have to wait.
There you go. If you hadn't guessed, this one was about me. :) That's just what came out.
PS. If you can't tell by reading this, I have "a slight headache" right now. Oh well... We all get them.
posted by Unknown @ 7:51 PM
4 Comments:
At 9:56 AM ,
Tracy said...
Great poem, Shelley! ::giggles:: I wish I could sit down and write poems. I can't. They only come every once in a while...usually when I'm stressed about something... ;)
At 10:22 AM ,
Unknown said...
Well, I'll just have to try to stress you out then. Hmmm... What can I do to stress Tracy out? I think the REAL question is, what can I NOT do!
;) Shelley
At 3:13 PM ,
Tracy said...
::laughs:: Um, it's totally okay with me if you don't try that out. It has to be a special kind of stress. Umm...the kind that...um...only fictional people can cause. And you don't want people to think you're fictional...do ya, Shelley?
;)
At 2:41 PM ,
Anonymous said...
Nice.
Well, let’s talk about *you* then.
Actually no. Let’s stress Tracy out so as to extract some poetry.
I guess poems are like rotten teeth then. Colourful and unpredictable.
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