Wednesday 28 January 2009

Conflict (to Len) :D


My 1st Rondeau
[Rondeau: French origin, three stanzas, 15 lines (13 of eight syllabus + 2 refrains). Refrains are identical with beginning of the 1st line]
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I’ll go as Len, I know this much
who comes with me, the tall blond Dutch?
but she walks backwards like a cat!
not if I make sure that she’s sat
and has plenty of the red punch

They say she hates Len just a notch
well, maybe it’s not hate as such
she sees him and pulls down her hat
I’ll go as Len

Could invite her as my guest over lunch
free food can even force lines to hunch
Len’s bored cat could come as a rat
hope she doesn’t expect a pat
or want to bite Len on lips. Ouch!
I’ll go as Len


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2 comments:

greenshotter said...

Hi, Manchester Beauty! here comes the difficult one. i read your poem thousand of times, but still don't get a clue. so i decided to give you a equal difficulty to test your wisdom. try it.

She is the mysterious of beauty,
Comes from nowhere and goes without a pity.
Shining as the the Sun in the sky,
Makes you dizzy and high.
Oh, what fun to have a cup of tea.

Wisdom follows sweaty,
Poems accompany dusty,
Who are you what kind of a guy,
She is a mysterious of beauty.

Rondeau is some perplexity,
Playing with you happy and naughty.
Take her hand and grab tie,
Lead her to the forest as lone as the sea still tide.
No matter sixteen or eighty,
Your are the stream that never dry.
She is a mysterious of beauty.

Shahireh said...

greenshotter
LOL!

Don't worry too much about the meaning of each exact line. It is full of “in-jokes”.
But thank you for reading it and trying to understand. It means so much to me.

As far as your Rondeau goes
It is beautifuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuul
Loved it
Cleverly written

Many thanks for adding it in here

:))