Entries to The Daily Poem Contest. |
| Triple Three wise men, surely a crowd, stabled again. Three line tercet, old but unbowed, hardly surfeit. Three threes are nine, say it aloud, bound without twine. Three eyeless mice, tailless but proud, not very nice. Line count: 12 Rhymed aba cbc dbd ebe For The Daily Poem, 02.25.26 Prompt: Triple - written in tercets. |