Silhouette
04-02-2007, 09:54 PM
LMAO! This is a random poem that I just made up...like 2 minutes ago. It isn't a serious poem...or is it? By reading this, you can probably tell that I don't write poems often...or at all. Its an amatuer poem, so keep that in mind... :whatevah:
PS. Not all of the lines rhyme. Why? Because I'm too lazy for that. -_-" Slant rhymes perhaps? O_o;
One day little Betty-Anne woke up and saw the sun
She danced and danced under this one until its time was done
And at that night, she sobbed and weeped and swore they'd meet again
Till morning came and fun and joy was once more their great gain
Later that day, the clouds flew by and stole her shiny friend
She sobbed and weeped and yelled and swore to meet him once again
That night the clouds ran off and she gazed upon the moon
It was not as bright as her friend, but it would have to do
She jumped for joy and spent her time with it till the clouds returned
She frowned and scowled the clouds, and wished them all to be burned
Alas, her prayer went unanswered, or so little Betty-Anne thought
For moments later, her bright friend returned, and once more was gentle joy brought
The two played and played and played until Betty-Anne grew tired
She went inside her cramped cramped room until things got dire
For, to her surprise, the room was much much hotter
Than any other time she went there to retire
She yawned and shrugged it off, and said that nothing mattered
But boy oh boy was she to pay for the moon whom she had flattered
For that previous night which Betty-Anne spent with the not so glorius moon
The sun had seen, and was struck by deep dread and gloom
Nature, you see, can be quite harsh at times
For little Betty-Anne would soon find by reading through the lines
It grew hotter and hotter and stiffer and stiffer till she opened up the window
And it was then that a not so gentle beam of red struck her with its woe
Down and down little Betty-Anne fell, until she hit the floor
Though the Sun was not through. No! It had much more
But when she had awakened, she found, to her surprise
That the pleasant clouds of storm had shielded her from its lies
So did little Betty-Anne hide under their fluffy whiteness
Till they were all joined by a soft and yellow brightness
Betty-Anne grew scared, but was assured of her safety by the clouds
For the one who's glimmer they gazed upon was of one whom wasn't foul
Her not so glorious acquaintance had once more arrived
She jumped for joy and laughed and prayed, just thankful to be alive
The night was young, but alas, time makes fools of us all
For Nature itself is to fear, because it tames all things...large and small
PS. Not all of the lines rhyme. Why? Because I'm too lazy for that. -_-" Slant rhymes perhaps? O_o;
One day little Betty-Anne woke up and saw the sun
She danced and danced under this one until its time was done
And at that night, she sobbed and weeped and swore they'd meet again
Till morning came and fun and joy was once more their great gain
Later that day, the clouds flew by and stole her shiny friend
She sobbed and weeped and yelled and swore to meet him once again
That night the clouds ran off and she gazed upon the moon
It was not as bright as her friend, but it would have to do
She jumped for joy and spent her time with it till the clouds returned
She frowned and scowled the clouds, and wished them all to be burned
Alas, her prayer went unanswered, or so little Betty-Anne thought
For moments later, her bright friend returned, and once more was gentle joy brought
The two played and played and played until Betty-Anne grew tired
She went inside her cramped cramped room until things got dire
For, to her surprise, the room was much much hotter
Than any other time she went there to retire
She yawned and shrugged it off, and said that nothing mattered
But boy oh boy was she to pay for the moon whom she had flattered
For that previous night which Betty-Anne spent with the not so glorius moon
The sun had seen, and was struck by deep dread and gloom
Nature, you see, can be quite harsh at times
For little Betty-Anne would soon find by reading through the lines
It grew hotter and hotter and stiffer and stiffer till she opened up the window
And it was then that a not so gentle beam of red struck her with its woe
Down and down little Betty-Anne fell, until she hit the floor
Though the Sun was not through. No! It had much more
But when she had awakened, she found, to her surprise
That the pleasant clouds of storm had shielded her from its lies
So did little Betty-Anne hide under their fluffy whiteness
Till they were all joined by a soft and yellow brightness
Betty-Anne grew scared, but was assured of her safety by the clouds
For the one who's glimmer they gazed upon was of one whom wasn't foul
Her not so glorious acquaintance had once more arrived
She jumped for joy and laughed and prayed, just thankful to be alive
The night was young, but alas, time makes fools of us all
For Nature itself is to fear, because it tames all things...large and small