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a Triolet for Clayton


Author: ertha
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It appears a triolet, an old french style has EIGHT lines with a rhyme scheme that follows; A B a, A a b A B. The first stanza has three lines, the second has five. The capitals indicate lines repeated, the small letters are just rhyming.

thanks Clayton


a Triolet for Clayton




Now I must write a triolet
Since Clayton told me how it's done
I am forever in his debt

Now I must write a triolet
Free verse will put him off, I bet
And spoil our friendship just begun
Now I must write a triolet
Since Clayton told me how it's done





Submitted on 2005-12-07 12:29:43     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  WHAT ME! a bad influence, you have to be kidding, im even nice to my equipment when is all alone in the shop!( read journal )
My mind may be a tad bit fuzzy and all the lights are dim, but its sharp as #2 pencil.It was once, and I'm not as good as I once was, but I'm almost as good once. [scratches chin while thinking on that one]
Look at it this way your skills have been broadened, and some muscles in the abbs have got a work out, and some of the dross in the brain has been filtered. All you need now is a stiff 'drink'- are you old enough, I'll check that out before going any further with that idea.
Maybe a good stiffy might be better it it was shared with a friend over a good riotous poem or two.
Look around both are at hand.
C Ya round.
| Posted on 2005-12-08 00:00:00 | by Clayton | [ Reply to This ]
  There was this big fat white lady walking in a French Cornfield
I think she hated to get her hands filthy.
But there were rabbits there she wanted killed.

There was this big fat white lady walking in a French Cornfield.
The twelve gauge loaded she loved to wield.
Stepping real slow and acting stealthy,
There was this big fat white lady walking in a French Cornfield,
I think she hated to get her hands filthy.

You may have met this lady!
| Posted on 2005-12-07 00:00:00 | by Clayton | [ Reply to This ]
  IMPRESSED; I'm estatic with gratitude, but mostly overjoyed the whole idea was nurtured and made you give 100% of youself to do a new thingy.
This kind of effort would not only get you an extra star, but a handfull of hall passes along with an excuse for any field trip you might conjure up, if School was still in session!
HERE, all you will get is DE-attention for what a beautiful poetry style can do for inspiration.
Good show, now we/you must catch a few more interesting writees to get motivated.
THE only star I have**********************
*****************, there that should do it.
| Posted on 2005-12-07 00:00:00 | by Clayton | [ Reply to This ]
  Hahahahhaaaa! This is just too good. How sweet of you to write this for him! He should be impressed that he inspired you with his little mishap. He has since fixed it and made it correct in form. Very nice job with this as a first for you. And a dedication to boot! Hee hee! I think he will love the free verse here. But we shall see what he has to say when he gets a look at it! Nice job. Damn rules! haha! Take care.

Lorna
| Posted on 2005-12-07 00:00:00 | by lmz | [ Reply to This ]


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