Illustration: Edward Lear
I can knock up a poem
In no time at all,
If my time’s running short
And my back’s to the wall.
It isn’t a talent,
My brain is just geared
To rhyming and meter
And verging on weird.
If I’m doing the housework
Or walking the mutt,
I am thinking in rhythm
Although, there’s a ‘but’,
That isn’t to say
That the stuff’s any good,
But the rhythm and rhyme
Seem to be in my blood.
I can blame all the books
As a child I was read
When the dreams wouldn’t come
As I lay in my bed;
All the poems and Seusses
And monologues quoted
To which Mum and Grandad
Were firmly devoted.
Yet though I lay blame
I should probably be
Grateful they gave
All the poems to me.
My mind may be twisted
To rhyme while I work
But I could just consider
This flaw as a perk.
I never get bored
When I’m doing the dishes,
Or hoovering carpets,
Or cleaning the fishes…
The jobs just get done
To the rhymes in my head
When I could be frustrated
Or frazzled instead.
My mind always talks
To itself in a rhyme…
It erases the boredom
And passes the time.
So thank you to poets
Like Edgar and Lear
Who lent me their rhythm
To dance in my ear.
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
good one
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Thank you.
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What an ear…
what a dear:
writing poetry
like Edgar and Lear! Brilliant. Hugs x
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Thanks, Joy…hugs 🙂 xx
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Would this be the secret to your enduring cheerfulness, Sue? I wouldn’t mind having something to make the housework more fun…
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Don’t be fooled, Jaye, I have my moments 😉 But it does help, keeping myself amused.
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Love this! I remember being enamored with a book of nonsense poems as a child and I would make up silly rhymes all the time 🙂
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My mind just seems to want to think that way half the time 😉
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Yes I love to rhyme too 🤣
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🙂
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🙂 Wonderful innate talent is what I say!
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You might not think so if you heard some of the stuff I come up with 😉
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🙂
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It is a perk – a gift, and you have it in spades. I love your poems, they’re so fantastically whimsical and a breeze to read, and they always give me a lift. So keep those poets dancing in your ear… it does us all good. 🙂 ❤
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Thanks, Alli…I doubt if I could do anything else 😉
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👏🏻 Lear made me fall in love with limericks as a child. And much of my other poetry also rhymes.
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Rhyme works best for humour, I find.
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Such a lovely state of mind
A fun way to escape
The everyday and special magic find
To paint within your mind a woderlandscape
I think this is the way to go, in poetry and verse
Even if everyone else thinks we are perverse.
Love your poem Sue 💜
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Wonderful, Willow ❤
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💜
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Excellent poem Sue. Clever lady!
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Thanks, Di.
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Absolutely LOVE IT! ❤
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Thanks, Bette. It makes the boring jobs fun ❤
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Yes, you have the gift Sue ❤
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Thanks, Debby ❤
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❤ Truth. 🙂
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Your poem is fun, Sue.
One of my favorite humorist poets is Ogden Nash, who wrote:
Pardon me, Octopus, I begs
Is those things arms of is they legs.
I marvel at the Octopus.
If I were he I’d call me us.
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Thanks, Patricia. I do love that kind of verse 🙂
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