He confided in me
I’m off now to write a piece of prose
You know I offered, wonders will never cease
Would you agree?
He retorted, there you go again
Allowing your mind to roam
Like the nose on your face it is that plain
From this conversation you will write a rhyming poem
No I answered, would I be so bold
Unless there was a rhyming story to be told
I’m not one to rob your thunder
If it comes to pass you tear it asunder.
I just may do that
A little tit for tat
You conflict with my prose
Ruin at the stroke of a pen my composition
Competition don’t we all thrive on it?
Without it where would we be
Left out on a limb juggling ripening plums maybe?
As this is a family show I am only to keen
Not to venture onto that avenue you are directing me.
Maybe next time who knows?
Have I just got one over on you?
Knocked you for six, out of the ball park
Rhyme or prose there is room for us all
Not always on the same page though
This my boy is an exception.
Where is Solomon when you need him?
Could I really allow you have the last word?
Surely not, that would be absurd
So while I have pen in hand
Allow me tell you where I stand.
Here is the hand of friendship
Grab hold let us together take this trip
Sit at the table of words and as friends compose
A poetic rhythmic piece
Comprising of rhyme and of course prose.
(c) Chris Black. November 2017.
