This form was created by Larry Eberhart, aka, Lawrencealot on allpoetry.com
Type: Stanzaic
Meter: Tetrameter or
Pentameter
Presented as two or
more Octaves
Rhyming
pattern:ababcccc ddeeffff
If the poem is
extended it should continue alternating couplet and cross rhyme
for the first quatrain of each octave.
Example Poem
What Happened to
George?
"A gastropod
mollusk is what I am,"
said George to his
host. "And I have long found,
that being submerged
(if you give a damn),
is sometimes better
than up on the ground.
If I get too dry I
might desiccate,
then I'd be dinner
for you and your mate,
but now I can slime
noxious stuff you'll hate.
But I'll feed you
for life if you just wait."
The beetle had
thought, this slug he'd deceived.
Now he did not know
what should be believed.
"The farmer's
intending a toxic plan
to kill us all--
perhaps he just began."
I need a mate who's
many rows away.
I cannot get to her
within one day.
You can go fetch
her, I'll tell you the way,
Then both of us will
in your burrows stay.
The beetle knew two
was better than one.
If there's an option
for unending food
instead of foods
poisoned-- had it begun?
he'd best
collaborate with George the dude.
Both slugs were
omnivorous slugs you see,
So George deigned to
explain how it will be.
You've heard tuna
called "Chicken of the Sea.
Well Chicken of
ground shall be Joyce and me."
In days some thirty
eggs from George's mate.
produced the protein
for the beetles plate.
The beetle got smart
and let some eggs hatch.
It just meant they'd
have more earthworms to catch.
The beetles Kentucky
Fried Sluggets sold
like heaters in
Vermont when it gets cold.
The farmers profits
jumped about two-fold,
Explain? That bright slug George, he just grew old.
© Lawrencealot - March 3, 2013
This poem answers
the following question by Sir Mike bike
Get me a
wheelchair!” Cried the sick bug,
“For I have no legs
(because I’m a slug!)
A very nice beetle
all dressed in bright black,
Said “Never mind
slug just jump on my back.....”
The slug (quite
determined to get a free ride)
Now dumped common
sense and he now dumped all pride,
He slid on the
beetles back with such ease,
Said ”Take me to market as quick as you please!”
Now the beetle
pretending hard to be nice,
Said “Certainly sir,
there’ll be no price!”
“But first I have to
visit my mum,
You can come too my
little chum!”
So down it the
ground where black beetles gorge,
Went poor Mr. Slug
(whose name was George)
He never more was
seen again.....
Pray what
happened....can you explain?
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