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So my friends in Alaska,
as they like to say,
you don’t come here often,
out to this way.
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No.
No way.
No way Jose.
I don’t know ’bout you,
but I think it’s no se.
~
Rime me a riddle,
rhyme me a rime;
if no one can get it,
it’s time to suck lime.
~
Silly Willie,
he used to live here;
the last time I saw him,
he was living right there.
~
And now, that we’re finished,
it’s time to return —
Tell me the difference
twixt a dyke and a berm.
~
One can be concrete,
the other just dirt;
fall down from one
and you’re bound to get hurt.
~
Rhyming and timing
is different than meter;
if I to lose one,
I’d rather lose neither.
~
The iambic pentameter,
may just go away,
if Ezra Pound
ever gets his own way.
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Copyright © 2011 Marvin Loyd Welborn. All Rights Reserved.
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 
Fun, Marvin. That dog is poetry in itself!
Thanks.
as for that dog…
she’s sweet asleep;
but awake,
she’s ‘can be’ a PITB
This is the cutest picture!!
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Lot of fun stuff in there!
Cute poem and cuter pooch!
Thanks, Marvin. I’m nicely cheered by your humour – time for lights out now. Ps Thanks for commenting on ‘Summit’. And I’ve skimmed through your genealogy . . . it is extensive. Mine only goes back to 1570!
best wishes
Harry