One of last year’s prompts for our monthly poem on 12 Poems in 12 months was for a poem that rhymed.
Judging by the comments that accompanied this prompt it seems a lot of poets found it more of a challenge than usual.
But when I was at school (back in the Dark Ages) all the poems we studied rhymed, and anything we produced was expected to rhyme.
e e cummings was still considered a rebel back then. Apart from a passing mention, we weren’t expected to cope with such sophistication until we moved on to A-Level – or even University.
This was my submission for that month’s poetry challenge.
Tigger’s Other Song
With apologies to Disney.
(And commiserations to A A Milne.)
The wonderful thing about rhyme is That rhyme is a wonderful thing. Your words may not be poetic But rhyming can make it all swing. Though limping lines and tortured rhymes frustrate your questing mind. Yet all is forgiven, your muse will be shriven if you can make it rhyme. The wonderful thing about rhyme is it veils that you're not making sense – together with scansion and timing – excusing words like 'whisht' and 'whence'. Let bouncy, flouncy, pouncy rhythm, carry us along, Because the most wonderful thing about rhyme, is when verse becomes a song.