Robert Edgar Burns
The Trebor - Poem by Robert Edgar Burns
My art form chosen is the 'Trebor.'
It comes from ancient days.
Being invented by my ancestors,
Truthfully I made it up today.
About only three minutes ago
When invited to by friend Al.
I know you think it strange of me,
To leave the acrostics to my pals.
Tell me if you like my style,
It might turn on cutesy gals.
Here are the simple instructions.
You start out with just one line.
Then start another stanza,
And write two lines next time.
Write as many verses then,
As strikes up to your fancy.
The title should then be your name,
But spell your name out backwards.
I hope this new form stands the test
And doesn't end up like the old car Packards
The last line defines the title: Trebor = Robert
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