Ack! The Sunday challenge at Real Toads is A Monk's Tale, to be written as a Huitain, 10 syllable lines, eight lines long, with a rhyme scheme of ababbcbc. Yoiks. The result does not trip lightly on the tongue, but it did give me some good practice counting to ten.
A monk in tatt'red robes did sit and sigh,
fond of prayer, but grasp of Heaven slow.
The other monks his sadness did decry:
"Pray constantly! To Heaven you will go."
Falling to his knees, bright eyes aglow,
he spun his beads, fingers nimble, clever.
His fellow monks nodding and smiling so,
he promised them, "Now I will pray forever!"
(I know, there is an extra syllable in the last line,
but I couldnt find a way to get the rhythm right otherwise.)