goldenrod
08-14-2008, 11:58 AM
Dissonance In Love's Poetic Utopia?
Romantic poets on fair Lovonia,
really have it made!
Three suns, one blue and seven moons,
across its skies, parade!
The year, one thousand and ninety days... so it has three times the Junes!
Allowing ardent lovers ample time to neck, 'neath multitudinous moons!
The rose there grows two hundred inches tall, each blossom weighs a pound!
And that, along with its overwhelming perfume, allows the flowers to swoon to the ground!
Love poems are writ by the hundreds of reams, in voluminous versified lines.
Not to rhyme...a criminal offense!
But it happens, all the time!
The rebel force, follows that course,
like the graffiti artists of Earth.
Rhyming couplets draw their distain.
As they look upon them, as a curse!
goldenrod.
Romantic poets on fair Lovonia,
really have it made!
Three suns, one blue and seven moons,
across its skies, parade!
The year, one thousand and ninety days... so it has three times the Junes!
Allowing ardent lovers ample time to neck, 'neath multitudinous moons!
The rose there grows two hundred inches tall, each blossom weighs a pound!
And that, along with its overwhelming perfume, allows the flowers to swoon to the ground!
Love poems are writ by the hundreds of reams, in voluminous versified lines.
Not to rhyme...a criminal offense!
But it happens, all the time!
The rebel force, follows that course,
like the graffiti artists of Earth.
Rhyming couplets draw their distain.
As they look upon them, as a curse!
goldenrod.