Friday, May 7, 2010



A Cinquain

Prettily pronged.
Piercing, probing, picking.
Decorative and yet utilitarian.
A cinquain is a short poem with 5 lines. The theme of the poem is a noun and the rest of it is written to describe that noun. This is the structure it follows: First Line: A noun that is the subject of the poem as well as the title. Second Line: Two words that describe the title/noun. Third Line: Three ‘ing’ words that also describe the noun. Fourth Line: A phrase with four words that relates to the noun. Fifth Line: A synonym for the noun in the first line.



I have found it always pays
To be the first to smile,
At your own little, odd little quirky ways
Or your wrinkles (which are vile!)!
Laugh before the others do,
So that no-one can say
'She's got no sense of humour!'
And then quickly move away.
I'm old, that's a situation
That cannot be repaired,
So I laugh in anticipation
Of  a joke that must be shared.
My faculties are waning,
My hair has turned to grey;
Can't cope with things pertaining
To tumbling in the hay!
Our only choice is to smile, dears,
At treat it all as a joke.
Unlike this dour old lady
And this equally dismal bloke!

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