A trio of triolets
Been practising writing triolets, a gratuitously restrictive poetic form where you stick to a tight rhyme scheme and repeat the first two lines at the end, as well as repeating the first line in the fourth line. At best, they can be quite songlike and memorable. Here are three early efforts.
From here twitternity
The day I died I had no time to tweet
or update my Facebook status.
There is no key to undo or delete
the day I died. (I had no time to tweet
this observation.) Nor is there a cheat
to quit me out of this enforced hiatus.
The day I died I had no time to tweet
or update my Facebook status.
Death.pdf
I shouldn’t have clicked on this pdf,
but I cannot undo what I’ve done.
I can feel the slow approach of death.
I shouldn’t have clicked on this pdf.
A baby somewhere takes a first breath.
Armies clash. Earth circles the sun.
I shouldn’t have clicked on this pdf,
but I cannot undo what I’ve done.
The Self-Googler
I’m going to Google to Google myself
to find out if I’m still around.
I’m going to Facebook and Flickr myself
then go back to Google to Google myself.
I just hope it doesn’t find somebody else
or come back with ‘no matches found’.
I’m going to Google to Google myself
to find out if I’m still around.
Wendy Cope has written better ones, including this.