After my recent discovery that rhyming words keep falling out of my head – and, unfortunately for you, ending up here – I was delighted to find that some poems are not meant to rhyme at all.
I had Ritu’s (But I Smile Anyway) response to a Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge appear in my reader and I thought, I know, I’ll have a go at that this week, that may put a stop to all this pentameters and couplets malarkey.
As ever, deep meaning can be seen being attempted in my work.
The prompt words to fit in to your poem were ‘question’ and ‘resolve’.
Resolve what was drunk
With banging head and questions
Entirely too late
Probably, I should leave it at that. However…
I had this limerick in my drafts pile and it needed using up.
There was a slippery snake called Sid
Who hissed everywhere that he slid
It served him quite well
Until he met William Tell
Who shot him even after he hid