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Poetry In (slow) Motion
She wasn't into poetry,
She found it rather boring
So I would write into the night
While she was in bed snoring.
Then I thought up a good new game
That she could play with me.
The rules were pretty simple
And it's called strip-poet-ry.
The first time that we played it
It was better than I'd reckoned.
I simply made the first line up,
She had to do the second.
And if she couldn't think of one
Or if it didn't rhyme,
She had to shed a layer.
We had such a lovely time!
We started with some limericks
Then went on to a sonnet
And when she got into the swing
We spent all evening on it.
She quickly got the hang of it
And I was quite impressed.
I enjoyed her rhyming couplets
But her la-de-da's were best.
And now we're writing all the time,
First lines come thick and fast
And one day may get as far
As finishing the last.
Poetry In (slow) Motion
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