can it be true? me blue? joyce glue?
whose view? how hard this shard of
lard seems here, it beams up into
my dreams and they bite at night
silly voice, i rejoice, no choice, much
like joyce - she cried before she died
but never applied the love the dove
brought from above, poor girl, pretty pearl
now thunder sounds, lightning hounds, does the rounds,
under the grounds where joyce does rest, they do their best
like words in a nest; worms are longer, smell much stronger
like a fishmonger who served a wish, what a terrible dish!
oh, i am so sad, poor joyce had not a bad hair
on mad head, but time to shine was mine
just mine, not hers! her furs were warm, had
burrs too. she was aglow, joyce had to go!
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vers beaucoup, a poem form created by curt mongold , is french for 'many rhymes'. each stanza consists of four lines with a rhyme scheme of:
a-a-a-
a-b-b-
b-c-c-
c-d-d
each rhyme can only use a MAXIMUM of three words per line. the fourth 'a' rhyme word is carried over to the second line and causes enjambment and creates a strong internal rhyming structure. and so on.
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