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Thursday, April 3, 2014

Poem #3--Triplet--Mr. Music

Poem #3 is a Triplet Poem. There are three lines of eight syllables each with an ending rhyme. I'll do three stanzas.



Mr. Music
He lifts his voice in merry song,
But we all hope it won't last long.
He hits the notes but they're all wrong.

The notes are either sharp or flat.
He sounds just like a wounded cat.
Please, Mr. Music, hit the mat.

He comes to sing another day.
I guess we'll let him howl away
For singing lessons he should pay.
© 2014 by H. Linn Murphy