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    The Whimsical Crime of Rhythm and Rhyme
    The Whimsical Crime of Rhythm and Rhyme
    The Whimsical Crime of Rhythm and Rhyme
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    The Whimsical Crime of Rhythm and Rhyme

    By Gail P. Robertson

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    Each of these poems tells a story, entertains or engages the intellect. To me, rhythm and rhyme are part of the charm which makes poetry a treat to read and a delight to recite.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGail Robertson
    Release dateOct 11, 2014
    ISBN9780992120368
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      The Whimsical Crime of Rhythm and Rhyme - Gail P. Robertson

      The Whimsical Crime of Rhythm and Rhyme

      The Whimsical Crime

      of Rhythm and Rhyme

      Gail P. Robertson

      Copyright

      The Whimsical Crime of Rhythm and Rhyme

      ISBN:  978-0-9921203-6-8

      Copyright © 2014 Gail P. Robertson

      All rights reserved.

      Dedication

      This book is dedicated to

      the Cowichan Valley Arts Council,

      the arts and culture ‘go-to’ place in this region

      of Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.

      Cover art by Gail P. Robertson

      I started writing poems in my youth. I’ve hung onto them all these years, and finally, some have found their way (updated, of course) into this, my first book of poetry.

      Each one tells a story, entertains or engages the intellect. To me, rhythm and rhyme are an integral part of the charm which this form of prose has to offer.

      Please enjoy . . . .

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      PART I:  Whimsy and Wacky

      PART II:  Under the Microscope

      PART III:  Social Scene

      PART IV:  All About Kids

      PART V:  Pensive Morsels

      PART I:  Whimsy and Wacky

      I find the best way to look at life is with a humorous twist. Drollery can certainly put things in a different light, a healthier perspective. And sometimes, ordinary things are quite amusing, or at least of a whimsical nature, when observed from the outside looking in.

      Here are a few examples which tickled my fancy, and may amuse you as well.

      THE POET’S HAND

      To write a poem is not as easy as it may sound –

      Confound!

      To make lines rhyme is not as simple as all that –

      Drat!

      Your leaky pen makes my fingers black and gooey –

      Phooey!

      This blank paper shows your failure to produce –

      Duce!

      This poised hand shakes; how long will this last? –

      Blast!

      And what if this brain concocts a hundred verses –

      Curses!

      And in each line tries a hundred words to cram –

      Damn!

      Well, brain, this hand is about to rebel:

      I’m getting a cramp, and you can go to –

      Hell!

      CANINE’S AGENDA

      Trip a person, chase a cat,

      Chew a shoe, tear a hat,

      Unpot a plant, unearth a bone,

      Unmake a bed, unhook the phone.

      Break a vase, wet the rug,

      Steal a treat, sniff a bug,

      Bark at neighbors, scare a child,

      Dig up gardens, nap awhile.

      Topple trashcans, soil the clothes,

      Ruin some brand-new pantyhose,

      Pull the stuffing from the couch,

      Get a scolding from a grouch.

      Mooch from people, drool and sneeze,

      Give a happy home to fleas,

      Spill his water, slop his food –

      And today, he’s being good!

      CAT HOLIDAY

      The cat could think of many ways

      That she’d prefer to spend her days –

      To eat or nap, undo a hem . . .

      A kennel wasn’t one of them.

      She’d been in there the year before

      And knew it was again in store.

      The bustle as the humans packed,

      Of cat abandonment it smacked.

      So when they opened up the door,

      She left! They’d see her nevermore.

      A new home now she had in mind,

      With someone older, someone kind,

      Who understood her growing need

      For comfort food, soft post to knead,

      And perches high enough that she

      Could look aloof and almighty.

      It mustn’t be a canine realm,

      No other cats be at the helm,

      And certainly no babes or kids

      Who she would have to live amidst.

      Her freedom was most sacrosanct,

      And she must not be spanked

      If they’d her playful side outgrown

      Or she brought ‘groceries’ of her own.

      She wandered for a mile or more,

      Then crossed the yards, from door to door.

      The smells there a dead givaway

      Of what beyond the thresholds lay.

      Before too long, naptime was nigh,

      Someplace where she’d be warm and dry,

      Dream of a soft and cushioned bed,

      House where she’d be watered and fed.

      She briefly thought of going home

      For one more meal before she’d roam,

      But how quick would she have to be,

      Come morn, to remain free?

      She sighed and quickly looked around,

      For hidey-holes always abound.

      Weed-overgrown, but padded swing,

      Proved to be just the perfect thing.

      She woke, for it was getting dark,

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