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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.

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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.

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And now, that we’re finished,

it’s time to return —

Tell me the difference

twixt a dyke and a berm.

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One can be concrete,

the other just dirt;

fall down from one

and you’re bound to get hurt.

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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.