Yet Again
You Know Me 0001 (United States)
He sat in front of his congo
uninspired.
He knew his chores needed
completion.
His wife was having a shing-ding
Starting noon the next day.
He needed to reherst, but doing
so alone never solved his problem.
He would put it off until evening
When his chores were done.
The cheddar's of today, were
the milks of tomorrow, yesterday.
He reminded hisself that the
Cows milks of today would be the
milks for tomorrow; and those
Eggs of morning would be ingredients
For tommorrows supper.
The bacon in the cellar, was flavor for
Tommorrows meal.
But what inspired him was the sweet
tastes of fruit wine, he needed to
Tastes and refrigerate for both evening company and tommorrows festivities.
Bouis wines which whispers melodies to the tougue, cantar the smooth harmonic richness of fruit and flavor.
Which makes and encouraging reason to kiss!
About this poem
It's from the intros to the "Big Sky" While a stranger, over heard us; we Prepared to dance and love. The man with red eyes pretended to be someone we knew. He spoke himself familer. But he was " The Red-Eyed Stranger"! I told her it was from the ole orange tree destroyed in the storm. It was really carved from a pink flowering dogwood. I take mine from Conductor, he leads me My real name is Bari Tone, I anwser to Alto, like my mother she too anwsered to Alto. My father is Clef , Cleft Nota, when he left bass we were in treble, together we sought a fella named, Contract. Contract evaded us, until we got here. I meet Hautibous, and feel in love. I reed member, choring to please Hausbouis. If she only knew, I asked to call me Famous, she said I was Familiar. I reed mained Familiar, until, then. That's when Composer, spoke me as Soprano, than I became, Unfamiliar. more »
Written on January 01, 0001
Submitted by allanterry542curtis_2 on July 10, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XXXABCBXBADC EEXXDXXXXXDX |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 815 |
Words | 143 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 12, 12 |
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