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. |
| Never Mind the Lederhosen Hell for leather end of tether light as feather what’s the weather. Through the heather not or whether that’ll sever this endeavour. Line count: 8 Rhymed! For The Daily Poem 02.23.26 (admittedly very late) Prompt: Leather. |