My Masterpiece!
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My masterpiece ! I sit down with some paper and a pen, Making up my mind I set up a premise pretence. Then I open up my imagery sack, Full of consonants that I bead together with vowels onto a thoughtful track. Cleverly to this some punctuations and adjectives I add. As my thoughts meander I knit a premise grander ! A fable of characters unique, A story fresh but with an appeal antique. The words elusive come in a jumble, One after another out they tumble. From left to right I try and write, But if the picture I find still fails to excite A word from the left I then slyly slide, Brining it to the right till my verse can glide. A lot of chopping and cutting goes on Till a metrical composition says it all. A stitch in point, Or edit in a line, Till everything seems fine, For poetry, prose or simply a rhyme. With every work when I open my imagery sack, I pull out expressions with rhythms grand ! A lyrical emotion I attempt to weave, Aspiring to have a style