tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259641832046374224.post8601700866932896559..comments2023-04-21T03:00:43.464+11:00Comments on four hundred years ago, a baby went to sleep: At the kids' tableAnna Ryan-Punchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13741886679896612577noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259641832046374224.post-43861439312896793602011-02-17T06:49:33.582+11:002011-02-17T06:49:33.582+11:00Ha!
That's me, smashing that dominant para-rhy...Ha!<br />That's me, smashing that dominant para-rhyme.Anna Ryan-Punchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13741886679896612577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259641832046374224.post-53238881574771210422011-02-17T00:04:45.512+11:002011-02-17T00:04:45.512+11:00Unduly dissatisfied by the fact that my quest was
...Unduly dissatisfied by the fact that my quest was<br />Disabled by the one who made up the rules that were s'posed<br />To rhyme at the end of nearly every second line<br />So to show what I truly wanted in my poem, fine.Mark D Osbornehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07408155828439329974noreply@blogger.com