I used to have so many callers, they
All used to come round daily after tea.
I used to dress up - highlight of their day.
And all they wanted was to visit me.
I did not opt for any of these men,
But settled for a telephone sales man.
He let me down again and then again,
So I said "I will do the best I can."
My Laura isn't visited at all,
But she has always been so sad and worn.
This Cinderella won't go to the ball.
My ugly duckling, she could be a swan!
I cannot save my broken family,
My Laura, and her glass menagerie
I wish i done this by myself with no help but i had some help from sir so im not gonna take ALL the credit.
ReplyDeleteIt is true that I have worked with you on drafting this, but it is still very much your poem - and an excellent one it is too.
ReplyDeleteAnyone else can look at this to see how the iambic rhythm can be consistently applied, without sacrificing the meaning of the poem as a whole.
I particularly liked your metaphor of the swan. Excellent.