Group Poem Exercise VI
Group Poem Exercise VI
This time we will write a Christmas-themed poem of 16 lines, in iambic pentameter, rhyming ABABCDCDEFEFGHGH. The first line must include a one-letter word, the second line a two-letter word, and so on up to 16. These words (which can come anywhere in the line) should be shown in bold. As before, please copy the earlier lines when you post. Here are the title and first line:
IN PRAISE OF CHRISTMAS
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
IN PRAISE OF CHRISTMAS
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
IN PRAISE OF CHRISTMAS
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The smell of spruce, the hush of falling snow
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The smell of spruce, the hush of falling snow
Ars longa, vita brevis
IN PRAISE OF CHRISTMAS
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The smell of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The smell of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
IN PRAISE OF CHRISTMAS
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
Ars longa, vita brevis
IN PRAISE OF CHRISTMAS
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
IN PRAISE OF CHRISTMAS
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
Emerge like shadowlike reminders of old times
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
Emerge like shadowlike reminders of old times
Ars longa, vita brevis
IN PRAISE OF CHRISTMAS
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
Are shadowlike traditions we still keep
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
Are shadowlike traditions we still keep
Ars longa, vita brevis
IN PRAISE OF CHRISTMAS
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
Are shadowlike traditions we still keep
The merchandise at the midwinter sales
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
Are shadowlike traditions we still keep
The merchandise at the midwinter sales
IN PRAISE OF CHRISTMAS
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
Are shadowlike traditions we still keep
The merchandise at the midwinter sales
Turn creditworthy shoppers into sheep
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
Are shadowlike traditions we still keep
The merchandise at the midwinter sales
Turn creditworthy shoppers into sheep
Ars longa, vita brevis
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