The NaPoWriMo http://www.napowrimo.net/ prompt for the 23rd day was to write a bouts-rimes: a rhyme using the rhyming last words from another poem. I used the words from K. Silem Mohammad’s poem You White White Teatime Teen. Have to admit, it was much more difficult than I thought it would be. NaPoWriMo listed two other poems we could use, one of them being Shakespeare’s Sonnet VI. I jumped on it first, sure it would be a snap, but I couldn’t do anything with it.
by Mike Patrick
It does no good to rant or show my rage.
All steps I take direct me to my doom.
These things are true when at a warrior’s age
and we expect, at best, a heroes’ tomb.
In memory, I hear her longing sighs.
My hands reach out to touch her perfect breasts.
My dreams revolve around the creamy thighs
e’er since the troop and I deployed out west.
There’s only war, and I go slightly mad
listening to a moving Memphis blues,
regretting camouflage replacing plaid
and combat boots replaced my blue suede shoes.
If we win, I’ll be home, but if I fail?
The CO’s condolence will come by mail