a theme is key to one's goal of writing,
why not choose food and music?
a cup of red wine
some fried dumplings in a silver plate
a violin player in the television screen
Todd and Sarah sit
quiet, satisfied,
they eat their food,
they have improved mood when
a car outside their window drives by
life could be great
silent night
skyhigh star bright
a child seems to cry
we hear a noice
we choose to hide
the game is near
some hollywood stars may save a deer
I now delight
In spite
Of the might
And the right
Of classic tradition,
In writing
And reciting
Straight ahead,
Without let or omission,
Just any little rhyme
In any little time
That runs in my head;
Because, I've said,
My rhymes no longer shall stand arrayed
Like Prussian soldiers on parade
That march,
Stiff as starch,
Foot to foot,
Boot to boot,
Blade to blade,
Button to button,
Cheeks and chops and chins like mutton.
No! No!
My rhymes must go
Turn 'ee, twist 'ee,
Twinkling, frosty,
Will-o'-the-wisp-like, misty;
yo yo ma