Sunday, September 12, 2010




You wouldn't think a simple tree
Would have a desire for symmetry!
When the sun is positioned right
And it's bold and big and bright
I like to pose like a Grecian Urn
So people passing by will turn
And say 'Look at that lovely tree!
Isn't it a novelty!
With it's patterned trunk and it's shade spread out
It's a work of art without a doubt!'
(But there's a fact I just can't hide;
I'll have to work on that left-hand side!)


On the tennis court,
If skirts were short,
The moral-police would say
'Please stop the game!
It is a shame
For ladies to dress that way!'

Though lengthy skirts
And long-sleeved shirts
Impeded the flight of the ball,
Girls had to dress
Well, more or less,
Like ladies coming-to-call!

The men could stride
And leap and glide
With freedom, as they played,
But the ladies' wrath,
In those yards of cloth,
Made everyone dismayed.

Now freedom reigns!
They broke their chains!
And that's how it should be.
On the tennis court
And in every sport
A female should be free!



Eric Beyer said...

This type of poetry is always a joy to read. The structure and rhyme scheme is very energetic.

Jenn Jilks said...

Nicely done!