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20 times Rhymes by 8

This day I left my mothers womb
A birthday with but one balloon
I see the flowers fill the room
Surrounding me with sweet perfume
While family members sing a tune
I never thought of gloom and doom
Eighty-eight years now at my tomb
I guess I wasn't that immune
My day it ended all to soon
Now dreaming of that blue lagoon
The beach the shore of sweet Cancun
And fishing with a sharp harpoon
By the light of the first full moon
It happened in the month of June
One day amidst the afternoon
Last day I drank at that saloon
And ate within a greasy spoon
I died a very rich tycoon
Never born with a silver spoon
Now sitting back to watch cartoons
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James Hunter More than 1 year ago
I wanted to challenge myself. 20 lines, all rhyming with 8 syllables It is harder than it sounds especially while trying to tell a story
Poetry.com 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Sarah White More than 1 year ago
Must've been tough to get all of that to rhyme.
James Hunter More than 1 year ago
I wanted to challenge myself. 20 lines, all rhyming with 8 syllables It is harder than it sounds especially while trying to tell a story
ALEN JOSHY 17 days ago
GREAT WORK

Jane Cheasty More than 1 year ago
I really thought that it was excellent at the beginning. I feel like the last lines are disconnected to the rest of the piece. Rhyme is important; but the flow of
Ideas is paramount
Adrienne Poor More than 1 year ago
I didn't really feel much of what I was reading. Maybe I just can't relate. ... maybe I don't like the one sound-rhyming.
James Hunter More than 1 year ago
I wanted to challenge myself. 20 lines, all rhyming with 8 syllables It is harder than it sounds especially while trying to tell a story
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