#1055912 added September 18, 2023 at 10:47am Restrictions: None
What They Used To Be
What They Used To Be
Yggdrasill, the World Tree, older by far than time,
to friends it’s known as Iggy,
not oak, nor beech, not larch, not verdant lime,
but ash, declared the Piggy,
higher than the beetling sky, bright as summertime,
there’s none dare call it Twiggy,
but now its fame has passed away, its honour only grime,
I think I need a ciggy.
Line count: 8
Rhymed abababab
For Express It In Eight, 09.18.23
Prompt: Write a poem about something/someone old.
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