Borrowed from
finnyb. Hey, if she can randomly show up on my journal, then I should get to randomly glomp cool memes from her!
I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile. Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away I let mine out, and chatter all the while.
I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day Is any day that's spent without a friend, With nothing much to do or hear or say.
I like to be with people, and depend On company for being entertained; Which seems a good solution, in the end. | What Poetry Form Are You?
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And apparently if I was not Terza Rima, I'd be Blank Verse:
I am, of course, none other than blank verse. I don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right; And when I get there (if I ever do) I might not recognise it. So? Your point? Why should I have a destination set? I'm relatively happy as I am, And wouldn't want to be forever aimed Towards some future path or special goal. It's not to do with laziness, as such. It's just that one the whole I'd rather not Be bothered - so I drift contentedly; An underrated way of life, I find. | What Poetry Form Are You?
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Hmmmm ... Nope, I think I like the Triolet best. I think it suits me a bit better than the Terza Rima. Though I could be Blank Verse if I had to be.
If they told you I'm mad, then they lied. I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive. I'm the triolet, bursting with pride; If they told you I'm mad, then they lied. No, it isn't obsessive. Now hide All the spoons or I might get convulsive. If they told you I'm mad then they lied. I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive. | What Poetry Form Are You?
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