Eight Lines Tonight
I am not sure that I could write
A poem with lines of eight tonight.
Too tired to try a line or two,
My brain lies lame without a clue.
Though lost for words I\'ll end the day
And rest perchance will show the way.
Deep within my nightly slumber,
Sleep unveils her magic number.
Eight Plus One
One would try very hard to write
Two poems with lines of eight tonight.
Three lines at least I could compose,
Four a quartet with words I chose.
Might stop at five, to rest and gleam,
Then on to six, no time to dream.
Seven\'s uneven, plain to see.
To end with eight there is no rhyme.
I\'ll end this silly poem with nine.
Augustus / Redlands, CA / August 1987