Rose_Writes

He’s two feet tall and always

on the run. Those damn kids are 

after his lucky charms.

His charms makes them forget, brings

non stop laughter, and they’re 

magically delicious.

He knows what he does is not right, 

but he has to feed his family. And charms in 

the hand of children well that’ll cause

total anarchy, so that is why he runs.

Over rainbows and shooting stars he’s always 

on the go. One day they caught him and took 

his pot of gold, popped his red balloon and

sent him on his way.

They laughed and snarled at each other, and as

they were walking back they saw a white rabbit

with a bag called trix.

They’re eyes were black as coal,

and the sun showed their glistening teeth.

They inched savagely towards the defensive

creative snickering at their prey.

One little girl wiped her 

mouth and said,”

“silly rabbit, trix are for kids”.

I chose to write a villanelle.

Something other than Shakespeare might be neat, 

but I’m not good at it as you can tell.

Finding two strong lines, I admit I did dwell.

Maybe an English Sonnet would be more sweet;

Oh why did I choose to write a villanelle.

I doodled and chatted on AOL.

While trying to focus and sit still in my seat;

But I’m not good at it as you can tell.

I contemplated about switching until, 

The change of heart I did defeat,

I chose to write a villanelle.

Perhaps I should write about writing it swell.

So I took a pen and put my thoughts on a sheet;

But I’m not good at it as you can tell.

In the end I bid my headache farewell,

And though the deadline I did not meet,

I chose to write a villanelle,

But I’m not good at it as you can tell.

Rose.