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Nice poem, Yes/No, that could be developed into a song.
I looked up the English poetry tradition, which US sureley inherited:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_poetry
In regard to Brazilian poetry, I don´t know if it is more usual to put the accent on the last syllable or on the one before the last.
There are words like "ending" in English which have the accent on the syllable before the last. I like the sound of those rhymes on two syllables. I think Portuguese like English and Spanish are spoken with accented/unaccented syllables.
I´ll have to look it up, but I think the counting of syllables in poetry is different.
One for Independence Day:
There was a chap in red white and blue
All the folks would say, well, who are you?
I'm Uncle Sam
That's who I am
Doffed his hat and said, How do you do?
https://youtu.be/rdPOAhBp2Ag
Thanks for keeping things in perspective, Jerry.
In that time when a wild, evil thought
Watched me daydreaming. Then I was caught.
How I fought to get free!
How it laughed wickedly
Till a nightmare turned it into nought.
There once was a man named Eldore
Who crashed a department store
Running from his wife
Who chased him with a knife
When his girlfriend moved in next door.
Nice one, EphimTvest!
There once was a dark, dreary night
That gave bloody vampires delight.
Undead zombies would roam
Since they lost their way home
Which is good since they don’t act quite right.
A vampire a ghost and a cat
Went into a bar for a chat
said the ghost with a grin
Puss and I will have gin
Bloody Mary will do for the bat.
Wicked vampires have put me to shame,
Connoisseurs of the best, not the lame.
When they sniff at my blood
They prefer murky mud--
Makes me wonder if I am to blame.
There was a young gal named Irma
Who’s about to meet terra firma
Her brother was Harvey
Handsome and swarthy
They'll both leave damage that’s perma…
…nent
"We'll have cakes and cream for tea"
she said ever so politely.
Alas the cakes went stale
so they decided on ale
and the night went on merrily
After Harvey and Irma we knew
What all hell breaking loose ought to do.
Now we’ve plenty of tea
And stale cakes dunked for free
And too much bloody hell blowing through.
Ahhh, good one! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
Thank you, kiz paws! Without your limerick and Sancho's this one would not exist.