THE THREE R’s (a new take)
I cannot tell you what joy it is to write words down in rhyme;
The practice perfected in past medieval times.
Court jesters, Rhymesters, bards and gleemen all trained in how to tell
In epic ways, of battles in which their heroes fell.
Tales of glory handed down from father then to son;
But nowadays we do it, just because it’s fun.
Poems are but retellings, of things we live in life.
Of new-found love and sometimes alas, about a shrewish wife.
Of many things that ail us and the past which brought us pain
But looking on the bright side, the things we’d do again.
We also know of joy and happiness galore
We’ll never know for certain though if we don’t pass through that door.
And therein lies the rub; holding back to no avail.
So take the chance, just sally forth, like a galleon under sail.
I start by simply sitting, day-dreaming of my youth
Then with a pen and paper I go about my proof.
It takes a bit of thinking and lots of trial and error
But after words are changed about it soon looks much the fairer.
There are many rules for poetry, which happily we ignore
Nothing would get written if we did not, of that I am quite sure.
A little trick I find, is to write then walk away;
Save what I’ve written in a drawer until another day.
I also find that reading, works of every kind
Helps to order random thoughts that run throughout my mind.
Why don’t you join me, share in all my joy?
Start by sitting down to play with words just like a toy.
Maybe then you will find out that what I say is true
But Reading, Riting and Rhymatic is entirely up to you.