rambling through in Common Meter |
| When Little John, the leprechaun, returned from hunting gold, he settled down in shanty town with nothing but a cold. He took control in jaunty style and started cleaning house. Before you knew it, job was done without a single mouse. With sunshine peeking through the clouds, his spirits much improved, and he could find some time to rest, once grime had been removed. His prospects looked much better now for his comeback crusade, so he went downtown to observe St. Paddy's Day parade. A lovely maiden caught his eye and cheered him when she smiled. Before you could say, "Begorra!" Little John was beguiled. Some say these tales are fantasy, but you can never tell when lucky rainbow may appear and bring a brighter spell. Notes on the Common Meter form of poetry ▶︎ |