(A line at a time. Rhyme every other line. Keep the story flowing. The first line is: )

One day a boy stood on a quiet hill

(so the second line shouldn`t rhyme with that, but the third line will, and so on. Four lines to a stanza. Remember to use your spell checkers and also, how punctuation and capitalization work!)

Last Edited : Friday, March 30, 2007 - 06:19

It was not special, still nice to be

And as he stood, his mind did fill

Jammed up with terror, wanting to flee.
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(suggest abab cdcd efef... etc rhyme scheme - this might be exactly what you meant mog by 4 lines to a stanza, but as is, we''ll be rhyming with "il" and "be" forever...)

Last Edited : Monday, April 2, 2007 - 20:34

(New stanza, yeah.)

The thing, he thought, was creeping nearer.

he felt the presence of another

(yes, new rhymes each stanza are a good idea, abab, cdcd, efef, etc.)

one that to him was dearer

None other than Mog''s mother!

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Last Edited : Monday, April 2, 2007 - 20:35

chirp, chirp, bark bark, scratch, scratch,... snap,

the trees and bees were humming softly

hiss hiss, meow meow, snort snort ... crack

Mom took him down across her knee

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Last Edited : Monday, April 2, 2007 - 20:35

bent him over and gave him a smack

Now my dear that should teach you to be

Late for dinner, and gave another whack.
(got thrown off by the extended rhyming - would be best if new stanzas get new endings.)

Last Edited : Monday, April 2, 2007 - 16:50

He cried and sobbed most piteously.

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...and end of this poem, thanks gang.

Last Edited : Wednesday, April 18, 2007 - 07:27