Scraps

Well while trying to get my head around 'Ludic poetry' fun with words, play with words, I struggled with the homework, and instead came up with some little dittys.

Enjoy!

The Kings daughter

Knew she ‘oughter

Go to the alter

Like lamb to the slaughter.

Little Betty

Loved spaghetti.

Sauce on face

Deep disgrace.

Being clever

Was ever

Overrated.

Feel deflated.

Little ditty

Oh so pretty

Here I sitty

Feeling witty.

There was an iambic pentameter

Who liked to run the parameter

 “For a jolly good rhyme

It depends on the time

And not trippin’ up like an amateur”

 And, as a summary of the film of choice;

Les Miserables

Man meets woman, takes care of child

Pursued by policeman, acting wild

Child grow up becomes a woman

Falls in love, it’s only human

First woman and then hero dies,

Policeman is consumed with lies.

Very few laughs along the way

But as always, love wins the day.

Throughout it all there’s lots of song

As you leave, you sing along.

The Maid made the bed,

She sat on it and said;

“My Master, the Knight

Has been out all night,

He’s seven sheets to the wind

And the sheets I’ve tucked in

Will never last the night!”

My Name as the first letter of each line;

You say you love me

As if you have no fear

Saying the words

Means everything

I am sure you are sincere

Nobody has asked before

Marriage is the question

Are you kneeling on the floor?

Ring in hand on bended knee

I look into your face, I see

Ever-hopeful expression

Seeing that, I can

Say ‘I do’