The Life Of A Cupcake
They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the heat, I started to bubble.
Watching the others, I knew I was in trouble.
Poetry that rhymes relays a message through the music of the spoken word. Their power is in their ability to get us caught up in the music so that we will let down our defenses and consider the message that the poem has to offer. Sometimes poets use rhyme as a tool to show the humor in the message they are trying to convey. Traditional poems are written in rhyme to help to add a musical element to a reading. A rhyming poem brings out the joy that can be had in appreciating the music in words.
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They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the heat, I started to bubble.
Watching the others, I knew I was in trouble.
I love this poem so much, I love to bake!! This poem is my top favorite to read and laugh for. Thank you so much for this wonderful and delicious poem. Hahaha.
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Hear eye sit inn English class; the likelihood is that eye won't pass
An F on my report card wood bee worse than swallowing glass
It's knot that eye haven't studied, often till late at knight
Butt the rules are sew confusing, eye simply can't get them write
Very clever and funny, but it kinda blows my mind reading through this at the same time! How on earth did I manage to learn this wonderful, confusing language?! I must be converting it into...
It was purchased just for you,
when you're happy or you're blue,
you can wear it on your head,
'round the house or in your bed,
This is a lovely poem. Thank you for sharing this poem with all of us. I hope that your sister wins the battle over cancer. May GOD bless you and your sister.
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You will not believe it when I tell you now
What happened last night, more importantly how.
My husband and I traveled right 'round the globe
This is like when I first started poetry. I used to stay up all night on a single line!
It started all so sweetly, Mary and the mouse
It took a while to realize she had company in the house
And Tess, she didn't worry
She didn't even care...
I have been reading this poem over and over again and can't get enough of it. This poem is very vibrant and happy. It makes a good poem to start the day.
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The question that is asked the most; we hear it everyday,
"What time Is it?" they want to know, and then they go away.
It's time for bed, it's time for work, or time to feed the fishes,
I think 'so many freckles past a hair' means a very short space/distance/time. Perhaps Erin Friedrichs could expand on this?
Our English language? A curious thing!
Hammers don't ham and fingers don't fing,
Grocers don't groce and ushers don't ush,
And why is a rear called a toosh, not a tush?...
I don't know why but I laughed aloud at the end. This is a hilarious and cool poem.
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
And landed in her beer...