Let's try my new game again... Bouts Rimés means "rhymed ends" in French and is a game or challenge where one person (me) makes a list of rhymed words and others (you) write the lines that end with those rhymes, in the same order in which they were given. It was known as Crambo in English and was quite popular in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. I think we need to bring back this hip historical habit, so I will post this game when I need a break from rhyming riddles and abstract photography. I hope you enjoy the change of game!
(If you would like to use this photo of my cat Sammy with your poem and post it to your blog, please include a photo credit and link to my blog within your post. Thank you.)
Louder
Her
Armour
More
Ore
Fanatic
Antic
Ick
Fanatic
Antic
Ick
Above are the words.
Get writing rhyme nerds!
I'll pick a winner early next week.
Be sure to come back and take a peek.
Silently formed a kitty clowder,
ReplyDeletetill suddenly they became much louder.
Rache the cat - don't mess with her.
Lo! She calls the clan for armour.
Equipped with weapons - even more.
That's why they mine the precious ore.
In her mind, such a fanatic.
But just a cat - so no such antic.
Kibble inspired dreams are ick!
She is. I think I'll flesh out the poem next month before I post in my blog. Thanks for the inspiration!!!
DeleteI'm really enjoying providing inspiration and my abstract photography vacation. :)
DeleteI decided to use this one as my poem for the day. However, I amended it slightly. I'd be interested to hear if you like the modifications or no.
DeleteI just went over to read... I really like them! It is a much richer poem with the additional lines and word changes. :)
Deleteat starfall the cat clowder
ReplyDeletegets louder
gather around her
window, scant armour
from their more
ardourous mewling, ore
unmined yet even shudders at high notes, fanatic
about her sleep, she fits at their antics
tosses a shoe, that misses and lands in the trash, ick
LOL! Ewww, yucky shoe. :)
DeleteRaised among the roosters and clowder
ReplyDeleteUntil a time that her visions grew louder
It was a call for her
To don her armour
Her feats were known by kings and many more
A threat to those consumed by jewels and ore
Young and able, captured, called a fanatic
The trial was the king's antic
A dark deed done by crowned rat, Ick!
i love the fairy tale qualities this has! :)
DeleteYou may know, but I was telling the story of Joan of Arc with this rhyme.
DeleteI did not know, actually! :)
DeleteRick, the loudmouth more annoying than a clowder
ReplyDeleteAnd when he's drunk he's even louder
His girlfriend said not to call her
And filed a restraining order for armour
He just gets worse and worse, more and more
Silence is golden, but he's not interested in ore
No, he's got the friends of a fanatic
And they think he's a clown without an antic
A stain on a stone that can't be cleaned, he's R ick.
LOL! I think I've met R ick at bars many times. :)
DeleteHere I was thinking R could stand in for "our" to give the visual quality of his name, more or less close the rhyme with the same word by which it was opened, and with the R, create the audible effect of "our."
DeleteI like it. :)
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