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
Tag Archives: rhyme
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
Palettes of words are poets’ paint,
muddle them, mix them, add water.
Run them through you and your daughter,
whatever you do, don’t be quaint.
-Lynne
Four Lines
Sparkling in time all words’ facets,
phonemes and vowels spread glory.
Yet still they carry their story,
words are poets’ paint on palettes.
-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
Four Lines
Within my reach I keep a flock
of words I shear like fleecy sheep.
Into the herd I search and seek,
plundering rhymes within my stock.
-Lynne
Four Lines
The lines the meaning floats beneath
temper rough wide thoughts into words.
I tend my words like a shepherd,
a flock I keep within my reach.
-Lynne
the crafty sisters 