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Way up in the bright powder blue,
Poet and quixotic knight flew.
He’s writing this rhyme,
While paying for time,
On the WiFi this poem’s sent through!

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There once were two players of tennis,
That one to another did menace,
They yelled and they fought,
Were so overwrought,
They could not tell hit from a miss.

“Calm down guys, lose the steam,”
The team ‘cross the net had to scream,
“We’re sorry you’re pissed,
But you seem to have missed,
That in doubles, you’re on the same team!”

Behind the Rhyme.

There once was a prince with two faces,
Whose tower of cards had three aces.
Of diamonds was green,
With ventings of spleen,
As the faces placed cards in their places.

Behind the Rhyme.

White sang bass and Black sang tenor
As they moved across the board.
With voices high in strident cry
Across the checks they warred.

Bishops try assassination,
And Pawns advance to Queen,
Such a crying tumult, foolish game
The world has never seen.

There are some few that already
Say how the story ends,
With standing King in Black and White
In a draw that no one wins.

Behind the Rhyme.

There once was a man from Columbus,
Robbed a woman and caused quite a big fuss.
He first ran away,
Then returned to say,
It’d be great if we date, how about us?

Behind the Rhyme.

Come hear the tale of Arthor Smith,
Reft fruit of husk and sought the pith,
With fingers that were stainéd with

Ink as red as blood.

Rarest of fruits grew ‘pon the bank,
Of river dread, nameless and dank,
All uncaring, young Arthor drank

Juice as red as blood.

The seeds that fell then waxéd great.
Uncaring as came dread his fate,
Still Arthor stood and Arthor ate

Fruit as red as blood.

The roots coiled up, his neck did snap,
Arthor fall and eternal nap.
Come children, see, still runs the sap

Red with Arthor’s blood.

Behind the Rhyme.

(If you’d like, you can sing this one to the tune of Pop! Goes the Weasel!)

Playful tricks with rickety sticks,
As John climbs up the ladder,
Up he sprung and snappéd the rung,
Schwump! Down the ladder!

Susie sings of innocent things,
‘Tis she that broke the ladder
Prop’d ‘gainst the wall, caused Johnny to fall,
Schwump! Down the ladder!

John does stand with head in his hand,
Beneath the broken ladder.
His mind less sound, since he hit the ground,
Schwump! Down the ladder!

Behind the Rhyme.

There once was a bright bolt of lightning,
Who would through the clouds and the night spring,
Until he exploded,
On steel overloaded,
And wailed because, boy, did his plight sting!

Behind the Rhyme.

Rising tall, beside a wall,
Toweréd a tower red.
Thrust heavenward,
Words it adored,
And did call, day, night and all.

Short and curt, the wall did girt
Tower tall, and they did brawl,
The wall to hush
The tower flush,
And convert, or hurt its blurt.

Yet tow’r tall, rebuff’d the wall,
Shouted out to tout the bout.
The wall did fume,
Tower resume,
To recall, words did enthrall.

Behind the Rhyme.