Skin
Skin
I was set the task of writing a triolet, a poem of 8 lines, where lines repeat in a set pattern. Line 1 is repeated at lines 4 and 7, line 2 is repeated at line 8. Lines 3 and 5 have to rhyme with line 1, line 6 rhymes with line 2. It sounds more complicated than it is!
Each afternoon I sit by the pool
Turning my skin from white to brown.
Some might think me an utter fool
Each afternoon, as I sit by the pool.
Risking cancer exposes me to ridicule,
But it makes me smile instead of frown
Each afternoon I sit by the pool,
Turning my skin from white to brown.
© Copyright 2020. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved
I was set the task of writing a triolet, a poem of 8 lines, where lines repeat in a set pattern. Line 1 is repeated at lines 4 and 7, line 2 is repeated at line 8. Lines 3 and 5 have to rhyme with line 1, line 6 rhymes with line 2. It sounds more complicated than it is!
Each afternoon I sit by the pool
Turning my skin from white to brown.
Some might think me an utter fool
Each afternoon, as I sit by the pool.
Risking cancer exposes me to ridicule,
But it makes me smile instead of frown
Each afternoon I sit by the pool,
Turning my skin from white to brown.
© Copyright 2020. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved
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