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My Poetry Mentor has asked me

To try a bit harder to write

A poem that he would consider

Not too long, but metrically right.


I said I’d attempt one, to please him,

And rose to the challenge at once;

For his standards are really exacting

And I’d hate him to think me a dunce.


He gave me a subject to work with

And the subject and title is “Puddles”

And the joy, if there is one, of Splashing;

But here came the first of my muddles.


For in English we are slightly restricted

By words that rhyme nicely with Puddles

There’s Muddles which I used in the last verse

And three more, Huddles, Befuddles and Cuddles.


And then to add injury to insult

When searching for rhymers for Splashing.

They all were too violent for kiddies;

Like Bashing and Thrashing and Crashing. 


There were worse ones, like Lashing and Slashing

And Gnashing and Stashing and Trashing

So the best of the lot, and like it or not,

Was that old and reliable Dashing.


So I started in some trepidation

Some evocative verse to compose

Like you’d find on a Card, as in Greeting,

When a spectre before me arose.


My Mentor had told me that NEVER

Should verses have more than four lines,

And it’s stringent that FOUR or FIVE verses

A really nice poem defines.


So this is the one I’ve come up with

Does it meet each poetic decree?

And does it reflect, what he’d come to expect

Since he first thought to educate me?


When finding a small pool of liquid,

If the liquid should be H2O,

Some get ecstatic, driving media aquatic,

And kicking the stuff to and fro.


It seems silly and pointless and stupid

But as all (or most) puddles are free,

And if splashing is fun, I implore every one,

Go on! Splash all you want… but exclude me.

The above is an advertisement for Dulcie cards.  

All names & addresses are purely fictional; any similarities between persons, living or dead are coincidental & the product of a deranged mind.