Mature
It was at the Battle of Marston Moor
When I first learned of amampour
I was definitely taken aback, to be
sure
All this time I thought I was in
Kuala Lumur
My recollections are from my role as
observateur
And in case you are feeling just a
little unsure
What I am relating to you is truth,
and not green manure
It was at this very same location
where I met my paramour
It was all very much a case of haute
couture
When I first saw her I made a sound
sounding like jabbour
I was smitten, that is for sure, but
my thoughts were quite pure
After all, I am not a neophyte, I
know how to act very mature.
Tim D. Culey -2013-
This is an example of a type of poem
called a “Monoryhme” (can you guess why?)
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