The fourth line’s “murdered” changed the rhyme
and moved the meaning fast forward.
What lines am I moving toward,
with more regard for sound than time?
-Lynne
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Four Lines
The un-sweet iced tea I ordered,
was too bitter for a burger.
These lines are boring this herder,
change lanes use the near rhyme “murdered.”
-Lynne
Four Lines
None of the joes appeal to me,
if you want coffee I don’t care.
Just don’t glare at me with your stare,
when I order un-sweet iced tea.
–Lynne
Four Lines
The coffee machines we still love,
hiss and steam and measure cream.
Coffee fads make me want to scream:
“Joes, none of you are my beloved.”
–Lynne
Four Lines
The local cafe played with beans,
imported froth and scalded skim.
Doubled the cost from mug to brim,
still we love our coffee machines.
–Lynne
Four Lines
Leaving me bored, lists of lattes
slow down the lines and make me late.
It’s a lottery ticket wait,
played at the local drinks cafe.
–Lynne
Four Lines
A new morning I’m ready for,
a diet coke is my caffeine.
Being no fan of coffee beans,
the lists of lattes leave me bored.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Don’t be quaint whatever you do,
poems are to be read, not used.
Maybe they should leave you amused
and ready for a morning new.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Within my stock I plunder rhymes,
mulling over the lines and rules.
Four lines need to shine like jewels,
all words’ facets sparkling in time.
-Lynne
the crafty sisters 