Though cuddles are awfully nice:
This lack of the cuddle befuddles.
No-one writes poems about cuddles.
A cuddle is instantly double:
A cuddle made once is made twice.
But no-one writes poems about cuddles,
Though cuddles are awfully nice.
And cuddles have wonderful powers:
Some people steer clear of mud puddles,
Preferring a field of flowers.
But cuddles have wonderful powers -
You could cuddle a puddle for hours.
Find mud and get into a huddle,
For cuddles have wonderful powers:
Some people steer clear of mud puddles.
Life's full of the most awful troubles
It's painful, it's sad, and it's rough.
We could all do with a bit of a cuddle -
Life's full of the most awful troubles,
We get into some horrible muddles
About manners and morals and stuff -
Life's full of the most awful troubles:
It's painful, it's sad, and it's rough.
No-one writes poems about cuddles,
Though cuddles are awfully nice:
This lack of the cuddle befuddles.
No-one writes poems about cuddles.
A cuddle is instantly double:
A cuddle made once is made twice.
But no-one writes poems about cuddles,
Though cuddles are awfully nice.
4 comments:
Was a one-liner, became a villanelle, tried out as a rondeau redouble, ended up as a set of triolets, probably should have stayed a one-liner.
A rhyming couple to say nothing could be finer/
than to read what happens when you try a one-liner.
This is officially my favourite poem.
Since a lot of my poems usually end up with a bit of blood and guts and/or explosions, I feel as if I've let everyone down with this one. But thanks!
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