Joyce Nomar suggested on Gazebo that I write a monorhyme sonnet using words she provided as the rhyme words. In the unlikely event that anyone cares, I post here a copy of my attempt to meet her challenge:
RHYMES BY JOYCE
..... "Now try one with bet, debt, fete, get,
<FONT >.......jet, let, met, net, pet, tete a tete,
...... vet, wet, and maybe more!" --Joyce Nower </FONT s>
I once was rich. I owned a private jet.
Each year I earned ten million dollars, net.
I fed foie gras to every household pet
(they were attended by a private vet),
was frequently invited to some fete
where I was guest of honor and I met
heads of state who craved a tete a tete
to see how much of my money they could get.
But then I made a giant, costly bet
that ended up as my life's main regret.
It threw me underwater, soaked me wet
with oceans of too-quickly-mounting debt.
Someday, I hope, my creditors will let
me back onto dry land. But none has yet.
[This message has been edited by Roger Slater (edited May 08, 2002).]
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