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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Monorhyme--To the Beach!--National Poetry Month

Contrary to what my last poem said, today I'm doing a Monorhyme. If you're clueless about what that is, go here. Now getting down to it:


I wish I could go down to the sea for a sail
I'd take you along so that you could help bail
From hibernating inside, my skin is quite pale

I want to go surfing, dump sand in a pail
Jump in the water where I'd happily flail
I'd swim 'til my skin was stark white like a whale

And we'd eat enchiladas with kippers and kale
For dessert we'd eat crumb cake and guzzle wassail
We'd lie out on the sand 'til it got time to bale

Then home we would drive, over hill, over dale
And when we got home we would go through the mail
And wish we could carry our house like a snail
© 2017 by H. Linn Murphy


  1. That is so cute. Love it!! Sounds like a dream day. Even with kipper and kale enchiladas! ; )

  2. That was fun. Now I wan t to go. lol