Hi everyone,
Yesterday Jane Yolen laid down a challenging rhyme scheme in her contribution to September’s poems inspired by VINE. Here is it again in full. I liked the aabbb pattern in each of the first three stanzas and to make it more interesting, Jane uses the same opening line for each of those stanzas and the same line for each of the three transitional lines between stanzas. And then she wrapped up the whole affair with a witty couplet, cc. Wow!
Jane Yolen
September 1, 2019
Vine Thoughts
Every day I think it fine
To end up with a little vine.
But truth to tell (and this will stink)
I actually do not drink. . .
Which leads me to another think.
Every day I think it fine
To end up with a little whine.
(But truth to tell (and wink, wink wink)
I think a whiner is a fink.
Which leads me to another think.
Every day I think it fine
On darkest chocolate to dine.
But truth to tell this makes me drink.
So into depths I start to sink.
Which leads me to another think.
Every day from now I’ll try
To stick to veggies and stay dry.
©2019 Jane Yolen all rights reserved
With thanks to Jane, here’s my effort to follow her pattern.
Vine Lessons
David L. Harrison, September 2, 2019
When I was young and tasted wine,
if some was good a lot was fine.
The more I drank the more I bought,
till one night as I grew besot,
I had another vine-fed thought.
When I was young and tasted wine,
tipsy I kissed a sweet fraulein
and she kissed me till we were caught
and a painful lesson hubby taught.
I had another vine-fed thought.
When I was young and tasted wine,
I learned the grape is not benign.
The morning after’s not so hot.
My stomach churns, my brain is rot.
I had another vine-fed thought.
Every day from now I’ll try
to stick with vodka until I’m dry.
©2019 David L. Harrison all rights reserved
