Today (well actually it was yesterday), Michelle has given a bout-rhyme. To find out exactly what that is , please click here. The following are the rhymes we were given.
butterfly, steam, cry, dream, hair, lake, mare, late, test, create, mess, sedate, scheme, wicker.
If this seems a little depressing, then blame the fact that I was constrained by the rhymes.
Reflections on the Nature of Life
Life flits by like the wing of a butterfly,
like water condensing to steam,
little things no longer make me cry,
I draw strength from a potpourri of dreams.
As silver replaces the red in my hair,
I have grandsons to take to the lake,
that stubborn young pony is now a mare,
in life’s almanac it’s getting quite late.
At first I thought it was some sort of test,
with no blueprint to help me create,
at thirty it seemed I’d made rather a mess,
whilst at forty, I’d become more sedate.
I’d still like life to have some sort of scheme,
I don’t want it to end like burning wicker.