[image from animal.discovery.com]
Disclaimer: The wonderful Kerry at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads has set us a mini-challenge this weekend, to use an eight-line poem by Yeats as a guide, with alternating 8, 9 and 10-syllable counts and some repeated words within the lines. I started off seriously enough, but found I could only manage an eight syllable count all the way down. And then I got silly. I will offer it here, as an attempt gone awry, with apologies. But on a rainy Saturday, a smile is always welcome!
If I were but a turtle-dove,
the whole night through I'd sing to you
my repertoire, all songs of love,
all songs of love, the whole night through.
But I'm a croaky-Toad, I fear.
My songs of love you will not hear.
I'll send you to your bower-bed
with earplugs for your downy head.
Sorry, Kerry. Sometimes I just cant help myself! Click over to Toads, kids. There are sure to be some wonderful responses to this prompt by my fellow Toads.
