[Michael Cantor]

Not to mention.... (as you may have somehow guessed, I have a thing about monorhymes - it makes life simpler).

The Gallery Opening

“I really like the subtle use of negative,
um, space, you know, in contrast with the positive,
so that it all begins to seem so relative
and consequently, if I may, evocative –
which is precisely why it’s so informative –
provocative, and at the same time tentative;
not in the least judgmental, not competitive,
but kind of, sort of like, almost illustrative.

“Collector? That sounds so accusative!
I’m just – you know – a bored executive
who sometimes buys some art. Conservative,
of course, and nothing too prohibitive.
And you? I see that you’re not talkative.
I love that in a woman. Sensitive!”

[Roger Slater]

If we're doing monorhymes now, here's one of mine that was published in Highlights for Children (and will be in my book, The Red Ear Blows Its Nose, early next year):

THANK YOU, NOSE

It rumbles loudly when I doze.
It sometimes strikes a snooty pose.
And when I catch a cold, it flows.
Yet when I stop to smell a rose,
life’s frantic hustle-bustle slows
and such a joy inside me grows
that from my head down to my toes
my favorite thing on earth’s my nose.

[Sarah-Jane Crowson]

(aside 2)
*still loving this thread. Better than Netflix.

[Jim Moonan]

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Originally Posted by Sarah-Jane Crowson

(aside 2)
*still loving this thread. Better than Netflix.

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Me, too. It's like candy to me. Bread, too. With butter.

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[Carl Copeland]

Very much in the spirit, Roger. You seem to write up to children, and if I knew any, I’d get them your books. I’d get them for the kid in me if I wasn’t in a country that’s shut off from the rest of the world. Well done!

[RCL]

A Narcissist’s Sonnet

by D. Trump

I want it
I see it
I grope it
I grab it

I pet it
I lay it
I cheat it
I buy it

I charm it
I rape it
I fear it
I wed it

I have it
I hate it

[Roger Slater]

I like your poem, Ralph, but it's not a monorhyme.

[Carl Copeland]

Two more rollicking monorhyme sonnets from Michael (the description of the room above the bar is delicious) and an absolutely delightful contribution from Roger, well deserving of its titular status. If this is children’s verse, I’d rank it with the best I’ve ever read.

[Michael Cantor]

This is a bit out of season, but I don't have any Rosh Hashanah monorhymes.

Tum-ta-tum-ta-tum-parum-pum-pum-pum

December’s here and hear the thrum
that crummy kid creates; the dumb
and droning, moaning hum of hum-
bug fills a mall with every strum,
just like a film of sugar scum.
It cloaks and gums the shopping slum,
where Santa’s just a dressed-up bum,
until I think my mind is numb.

But, hey, these complementary rum-
laced egg-nogs go down well; and come
to think on it, why be so glum
when everything here tastes so yum?
More doubles please, Miss Sugar Plum –
parum pum pum pum – one’s for my chum.
Him and his drum.

[Carl Copeland]

Michael I, Monarch of Monorhyme.