The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
As usual these days, I choose blog format because it offers more space for the work. |
Rosies Ring-a-ring o' roses, I don’t want one of thoses - they bring me lots of sneezes instead of scented breezes. And yes, they are so thornéd, as bad as rhino’s hornéd, for though they are so pretty, they’re best kept in this ditty! Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 07.21.25 Prompt: None. |
Questions If curiosity killed the cat, did devilment destroy the dog, envy elevate the elephant, leave lions lying on a log? I only ask because these questions haunt my brain and leave me searching for what reasons might remain. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 07.20.25 Prompt: Curiosity. |
Beetle Here’s to the tiny beetle in all positions but foetal for then it might be dead curled like a croissant instead. This little bug is alive indeed it would seem to thrive fresh from my poem of old in which its story is told. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 07.14.25 Prompt: None. |
Diatomaceous Earth Diatomaceous earth bug killer of great worth sharp as a knife it ends their life makes them regret their birth. This may seem a strange idea but that’s no reason to fear if bugs ruin your life or frighten your wife this stuff will soon become dear. Line count: 10 Rhymed aabba For Express It In Eight, 07.13.25 Prompt: None. |
Apropos of Nothing Reasons to be cheerful, I’d rather not be fearful, so let me have an earful, and never be so tearful. These poems can be silly, landscapes might be hilly, a horse is oft a filly, and no, my name’s not Billy. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbbb For Express It In Eight, 07.05.25 Prompt: None. |
Rat Race I must be up and gone by eight the rules require I not be late these timely deadlines are my fate the sprouts upon my daily plate. My life is measured out in bits no wonder that my brow is knit I serve the timepiece on the wall and heed its ev’ry beck and call. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbcc For Express It In Eight, 07.03.25 Prompt: None. |
Roses Eighteen yellow roses came today but I seem to miss the things they say tomorrow they will die and fade away and you and I will find another way. I don’t know why they should be yellow the question is more thought than bellow but I retreat and let it mellow that’s me you see, a laid back fellow. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbbb For Express It In Eight, 07.01.25 No prompt. |
Nautical Nonsense Sound eight bells and all is well Ancient mariner’s tale to tell Splice the mainbrace, tote that bale Thar she blows, the whitish whale. Steady as she goes, another tack Halfway there and we’ll sail right back All hands on deck and set the jib Poor old ship - she’s cracked a rib. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 06.30.25 Prompt: None. |
Who Are You? Don’t call me a gadabout I’m really just a lad about the town. Perhaps a flibbertigibbet but not a Jiminy Cricket when down. Identity my entity. Line count: 8 Rhymed aab ccb dd For Express It In Eight, 06.29.25 Prompt: None. |