[Roger Slater]

My favorite patch of monorhyme in any poem comes at the end of Lewis Carroll's "The Aged Aged Man." The final stanza has 12 rhymes in a row beginning with "I weep . . . " And somehow the 12 lines of monorhyme don't stop you from hearing the weight/gate rhyme that brackets the 12 lines:

And now, if e'er by chance I put
My fingers into glue,
Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot
Into a left-hand shoe,
Or if I drop upon my toe
A very heavy weight,
I weep, for it reminds me so
Of that old man I used to know—
Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow,
Whose hair was whiter than the snow,
Whose face was very like a crow,
With eyes, like cinders, all aglow,
Who seemed distracted with his woe,
Who rocked his body to and fro,
And muttered mumblingly and low,
As if his mouth were full of dough,
Who snorted like a buffalo—
That summer evening long ago
A-sitting on a gate.

[RCL]

Matt,
I heard trumpets all night! This sorta reminds me of a goofy joke my father liked to say (it was funny to a toddler):

I bought a wooden whistle, but it wouldn't whistle,
so then I bought a steel whistle, but it still wouldn't whistle,
then I bought a tin whistle, and now I tin whistle.

[Julie Steiner]

Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo

[Allen Tice]

Yikes!!! What a linguistic furbelow. I want to include a Bigalow.

[RCL]

Maybe influenced by the heading “Sitting on a corn flake” by Jim Moonan over on Art Museum.

Little Things

Sat on a bee
slept on a pea
it tickled me

Choked on dog hair
shaved Rover
thought it fair

Splashed by a puddle
and bit an eggshell
I could still yodel

Chewing meat gristle
and stung by a thistle
I happily whistle

Learning my lover
eloped to Dover
I cried, Where’s Rover?

[RCL]

Sorry, 'twas a hiccup?

[RCL]

I see that back in '22 I ended this with a whimper. Sorry. This is, I hope, better than those.

In the Dark

While wandering in the dark
Through an oak-tree park
Surrounding blackness stark
I whistle for a lark
Shrink at a nearby bark

But often in the dark
And like a sea-lost barque
I'm shadowed by a shark
Yet know without the dark
There’d never be a spark