Possible Prosody Poem by Danny Draper

Once a year each rachel, chilver
orphan's gathered in a satchel, silver
and nurtured far beyond a sliver,
Once a month is quite enough
to fiddle around with assonance,
Once a fortnight may seem polite
‘for others the rhyme is not quite right,
Across the trees tomentose as borage
the setting sun, a Valencia orange,
Once a week there's surely time
to muck about with a pararhyme?
No greater defence of man or cannibal
than lawyer for an animal criminal,
So once in a day poor and laughing,
this imperfect rhyme I give for nothing.




Note: This is a poem about words that supposedly don't have a rhyming word in English. Sure they don't! ! ! ! Poetry is also meant to be fun not always heavy man! ! ! If you don't believe me ask Edward Lear and Spike Milligan.