|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.
... Or ...
|I'm the lai, with no sort|
Of grave, solemn thought,
Will never be caught
By miseries sought,
Where battles are fought
Or arguments brought,
What Poetry Form Are You?