My trashy friend, Robin was bitten by the poetry bug. This month our assignment is, "Terza rima." What in tarnation is Terza rima? Sounds like a condition I need to call my gynocologist about. Or perhaps, maybe I should just read Dante's Divina Commedia.
Below, you will find my best effort at Terza rima with a bonus of photos to prove what I've written is the truth. Because, the truth is always spoken here.
My Best Effort at Terza rima:
PACIFIERS and POOTS
Two little grandbabies descended upon us
Neither of whom is much of a crier
So you ask, "Swampy, what's all the fuss?"
The fuss is keeping up with the pacifier
Both babies are precious, two little cuties
Who knew we would find it in the clothes dryer.
Later, checking her diaper, it wasn't just a pootie
What I found there, oh my word
It was more than just spooky.
How that baby produced such a large t _ _ d
Is beyond my imagination
What I witnessed made my eyes blurred.
Lying in that diaper, was it an aberration?
With a clothes pin on my nose
I stand here amazed at her creation !
Believe me, it's in there.