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The Poetry Game

I thought I'd collate the whole thing to make it easier to maintain the theme.. perhaps just copy and paste with the next line..

A girl got a dog
Which did a twirl in the fog
Then tripped on a log
the log was in a bog
In the bog was a frog
that threatened to flog
the barking dog
all in a bog in prague
In the log was a synagogue
The synagogue was filled with frogs
all agog with the rabbi's prologue
then off ran the dog
cause his brain was in a fog
from drinking the grog
from the cellars of Magog.

The keeper of the grog in Magog was a cow
Who made the hoard of frogs kowtow

THANKS for the idea.
Now that 5 more couplets have been added,
I will try compiling...
 
A girl got a dog
Which did a twirl in the fog
Then tripped on a log
the log was in a bog
In the bog was a frog
that threatened to flog
the barking dog
all in a bog in prague

In the log was a synagogue
The synagogue was filled with frogs
all agog with the rabbi's prologue
then off ran the dog
cause his brain was in a fog
from drinking the grog
from the cellars of Magog.

The keeper of the grog in Magog was a cow
Who made the hoard of frogs kowtow
And married to the keeper was a sow
She had 100 piglets, her talent did wow

"Kowtow?" the frogs asked why,
"When the rabbi made us Samurai.
We croak and croak, but never die...
Is hara-kiri worth a try?

Please be honest, you mustn't lie,
At day we suffer, at night we cry...
when my life seems to go awry
give me my space, you mustn't pry

:evergreen:I'd like to outline the subjects/themes/directions in
this work at another time. I think that could be a step
toward a coherent effect. :evergreen::)
 
Or we could start a new one ;)
That's what I was thinking, too.

The note about outlining the subjects and directions-----for a coherent effect?
Some poems have sections that are loosely tied together by theme.
I like/can't help taking things apart to see how they work/word things/written or spoken.
 
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A plethora of pangolins went angling down the walk,
Some llamas in pajamas supposed they could not not talk...
 
After four rhymes, the rhyme changes to a new one, but there must be a connection in ideas - ie, its the same poem, not a new poem....

A plethora of pangolins went angling down the walk,
Some llamas in pajamas supposed they could not not talk...
Mute as swans, the llamas did mock,
But pangolins play mandolins better than Bach.
 
A plethora of pangolins went angling down the walk,
Some llamas in pajamas supposed they could not not talk...
Mute as swans, the llamas did mock,
But pangolins play mandolins better than Bach.

Here I see 4 lines, 2 rhymes.
So, do we want to change now?
Or change after 8 lines, which would equal a total of 4 rhymes?
Rhyme - Examples and Definition of Rhyme
I like this link. It is not arcane.

Uh oh.
I wonder if this is like when my friend said the word 'Frog' & 'Fraud' sound alike.
Her = Frawg, Frawd
Me = Frahg, Frawd

Because when I say, 4 lines, 2 rhymes, I mean Walk/Talk rhyme with each other and Mock/Bach rhyme with each other.
OK. Enough theorizing...
 
A plethora of pangolins went angling down the walk,
Some llamas in pajamas supposed they could not not talk...
Mute as swans, the llamas did mock,
But pangolins play mandolins better than Bach.

So when the unpretentious pangolins initiated strumming
Quite dazzled and repentant, all the llamas started humming.
 
A plethora of pangolins went angling down the walk,
Some llamas in pajamas supposed they could not not talk...
Mute as swans, the llamas did mock,
But pangolins play mandolins better than Bach.

So when the unpretentious pangolins initiated strumming
Quite dazzled and repentant, all the llamas started humming.
Soon the happy happy pangolins
And llamas were all wearing grins.
:)
 

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