Sunday, April 12, 2009

Easter Day

Does anyone enjoy these days
besides the darling children who
collect their loot like tiny thieves
and smear the couch with chocolate eggs?


This is blank verse, which means it is unrhymed iambic pentameter. Just for the record, this is really really hard for me. And it's not exactly right. And it should be much longer. But it's Easter, I might be getting sick, and four lines can count as a poem, can't it?

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