Dansa
The dansa is an Occitan verse form i.e. it's from the
troubadour territory of southern France. All the verses except the first are
the same: they rhyme aabb with the last line a repeated refrain. The first
verse has five lines, and consists of the refrain followed by four lines
similar to all the other verses. No particular metre is essential, but Skelton
says six-syllable lines are common in Occitan verse, so that's what I used.
A Load of Rot
Mulching is the future!
Let those clippings lie there,
Proving how much you care.
For lawns needing nurture,
Mulching is the future.
Don’t clear up that cut grass!
Lie down; let the urge pass.
Be at one with nature -
Mulching is the future.
You need no-one’s pardon;
This is your own garden.
For your private pasture,
Mulching is the future.
Your leisure is well-earned.
Relax; don’t be concerned.
Look, see the big picture:
Mulching is the future.
What you leave will decay.
It will provide one day
Nutrients and moisture.
Mulching is the future.
Don’t get up; better far
To stay right where you are.
As with any creature,
Mulching is your future.
I saw a lawnmower on sale with the slogan "Mulching
is the future". I found it a catchy slogan but a depressing thought.
Still, there had to be a poem in it... It was just a question of finding a
suitable verse form. I think the dansa was a fair choice.
I
cheated slightly by altering one word in the final repetition of the refrain.
Poetic licence.
Pasted
from <http://volecentral.co.uk/vf/dansa.htm>
Thanks to Bob Newman
for his wonderful Volecentral resource site.
My example poem-
Since Bob used a
slogan, I did too.
Intrigue (Dansa)
Does she? Or doesn't
she?
If you but only
knew.
Instead you have no
clue.
So what is it to be?
Does she? Or doesn't
she?
A guy, you can just
ask,
it's such a simple
task
It can't sound like
a plea,
Does she? Or doesn't
she?
Why should you
really care
what color is her
hair.
But when it comes to
me,
Does she? Or doesn't
she?
© Lawrencealot -
April 12, 2014
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