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Post by Richard on Jan 7, 2005 13:39:32 GMT -5
Rondeau: A mainly octosyllabic poem consisting of between ten and fifteen lines, having only two rhymes and with the opening words used twice as an unrhyming refrain at the end of the second and third stanzas. The ten-line version rhymes abbaabC abbaC (where the capital C stands for the refrain). The fifteen-line version often rhymes aabba aabC aabbaC.
OF ALL THOSE MEALS Rondeau
Of all those meals that we hate, Offal weekly wobbling on our plate, The white Tripe was “oh” so bad It looked so awful and quite sad, My grandmother would eat at such a rate.
And so when young it was our fate, To munch this colourless and out of date; Stomach parts while smiling at our dad. Of all those meals?
In our pantry’s snug they lay in wait, Their odorous patterns would deteriorate, Silvery-silken sliding pallid fad Replaced to glide and slide while we had Only our poor stomachs seeking to precipitate Of all those meals.
Richard Taylor 6-1-05
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Post by poetryladycat on Jan 7, 2005 23:03:46 GMT -5
;)A great write Richard with imagery
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Post by Richard on Jan 8, 2005 16:10:27 GMT -5
thank you lori richie
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Post by poetryladycat on Jan 8, 2005 19:11:43 GMT -5
;)Your welcome Richard.
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Post by nayru on Jan 9, 2005 8:37:09 GMT -5
lol, i like it ;D
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Post by Richard on Jan 10, 2005 13:34:33 GMT -5
thanks love glad you did richard
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Post by Richard on Jan 11, 2005 4:25:39 GMT -5
thank you all for replying to this formal poem of which this is my first. richard
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Post by Joseph Scott Morris on Jan 11, 2005 6:05:28 GMT -5
Richard,
I enjoyed reading this, very good for your first Rondeau . Here is the syllable count per line- 7, 9, 8, 8, 10, 8, 10, 9, 4, 9, 13, 10, 9, 13, 4
Of all those meals that we hate, Offal weekly wobbling on our plate.<replace w/period The white Tripe was “oh” so bad,<--- add comma It looked so awful and quite sad, My grandmother would eat at such a rate.
And so when young it was our fate, To munch this colourless and out of date; Stomach parts while smiling at our dad. Of all those meals?
In our pantry’s snug they lay in wait, Their odorous patterns would deteriorate.<--change to period Silvery-silken sliding pallid fad,<---- add comma Replaced to glide and slide while we had.<- add period Only our poor stomachs seeking to precipitate,<- add comma Of all those meals.
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Post by Richard on Jan 11, 2005 12:46:21 GMT -5
thank you joe, i will address the points made best richard
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Post by Joseph Scott Morris on Jan 13, 2005 6:46:22 GMT -5
Richard, You are welcome! Joe
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