Rhyming is easy peasy so add some rhyming couplets

In a winter green fleece coat, so cozy and warm
By the fireplace sits a contemplative form.

16 responses to “Rhyming is easy peasy so add some rhyming couplets

  1. In a winter green fleece coat, so cozy and warm
    By the fireplace sits a contemplative form.

    “I had something in mind, when I sat in this chair.
    Now I wonder what was it, and if I should care?”

  2. In a winter green fleece coat, so cozy and warm
    By the fireplace sits a contemplative form.

    “I had something in mind, when I sat in this chair.
    Now I wonder what was it, and if I should care?”

    But I’ve noticed my fleece is returning to plastic,
    As the heat from this fire has done something drastic.

  3. In a winter green fleece coat, so cozy and warm
    By the fireplace sits a contemplative form.

    “I had something in mind, when I sat in this chair.
    Now I wonder what was it, and if I should care?”

    But I’ve noticed my fleece is returning to plastic,
    As the heat from this fire has done something drastic.

    “Wake up!” called my muse, lurking under a log.
    “The fire has a message, and it wants you to blog.”

  4. In a winter green fleece coat, so cozy and warm
    By the fireplace sits a contemplative form.

    “I had something in mind, when I sat in this chair.
    Now I wonder what was it, and if I should care?”

    But I’ve noticed my fleece is returning to plastic,
    As the heat from this fire has done something drastic.

    “Wake up!” called my muse, lurking under a log.
    “The fire has a message, and it wants you to blog.”

    “Hang on while I look for my paper and pen.
    My mem’ry, you know, disappears now and then.”

  5. In a winter green fleece coat, so cozy and warm
    By the fireplace sits a contemplative form.

    “I had something in mind, when I sat in this chair.
    Now I wonder what was it, and if I should care?”

    But I’ve noticed my fleece is returning to plastic,
    As the heat from this fire has done something drastic.

    “Wake up!” called my muse, lurking under a log.
    “The fire has a message, and it wants you to blog.”

    “Hang on while I look for my paper and pen.
    My mem’ry, you know, disappears now and then.”

    I must have a topic, a focus that’s plain.
    I’m struggling here, something’s wrong with my brain.

  6. “I’ve got it!”, said Sarah with a sly, little laugh
    “Vote for Palin in 2012 to 2014 and a half.”
    My slogan will reel them in like prime bait
    Of that, I’m sure no one would ever refudiate.
    (wink)

  7. “You betcha,” I said, “but what’s the office in store
    for the lady who serves for two years and no more?”

  8. Oops.

    In a winter green fleece coat, so cozy and warm
    By the fireplace sits a contemplative form.

    “I had something in mind, when I sat in this chair.
    Now I wonder what was it, and if I should care?”

    But I’ve noticed my fleece is returning to plastic,
    As the heat from this fire has done something drastic.

    “Wake up!” called my muse, lurking under a log.
    “The fire has a message, and it wants you to blog.”

    “Hang on while I look for my paper and pen.
    My mem’ry, you know, disappears now and then.”

    I must have a topic, a focus that’s plain.
    I’m struggling here, something’s wrong with my brain.

    “I’ve got it!”, said Sarah with a sly, little laugh
    “Vote for Palin in 2012 to 2014 and a half.”

    My slogan will reel them in like prime bait
    Of that, I’m sure no one would ever refudiate.
    (wink)

    “You betcha,” I said, “ what’s the office in store
    for a lady who serves for two years and no more?”

  9. In a winter green fleece coat, so cozy and warm
    By the fireplace sits a contemplative form.

    “I had something in mind, when I sat in this chair.
    Now I wonder what was it, and if I should care?”

    But I’ve noticed my fleece is returning to plastic,
    As the heat from this fire has done something drastic.

    “Wake up!” called my muse, lurking under a log.
    “The fire has a message, and it wants you to blog.”

    “Hang on while I look for my paper and pen.
    My mem’ry, you know, disappears now and then.”

    I must have a topic, a focus that’s plain.
    I’m struggling here, something’s wrong with my brain.

    “I’ve got it!”, said Sarah with a sly, little laugh
    “Vote for Palin in 2012 to 2014 and a half.”

    My slogan will reel them in like prime bait
    Of that, I’m sure no one would repudiate.

    “You betcha,” I said, “what’s the office in store
    for a lady who serves for two years and no more?”

    “Good point,” my muse answered, so cocky and sure.
    “Give her a sitcom so her fame will endure.”

  10. In a winter green fleece coat, so cozy and warm
    By the fireplace sits a contemplative form.

    “I had something in mind, when I sat in this chair.
    Now I wonder what was it, and if I should care?”

    But I’ve noticed my fleece is returning to plastic,
    As the heat from this fire has done something drastic.

    “Wake up!” called my muse, lurking under a log.
    “The fire has a message, and it wants you to blog.”

    “Hang on while I look for my paper and pen.
    My mem’ry, you know, disappears now and then.”

    I must have a topic, a focus that’s plain.
    I’m struggling here, something’s wrong with my brain.

    “I’ve got it!”, said Sarah with a sly, little laugh
    “Vote for Palin in 2012 to 2014 and a half.”

    My slogan will reel them in like prime bait
    Of that, I’m sure no one would repudiate.

    “You betcha,” I said, “what’s the office in store
    for a lady who serves for two years and no more?”

    “Good point,” my muse answered, so cocky and sure.
    “Give her a sitcom so her fame will endure.”

    But she’s already doing that on TLC,
    mucking in fish guts with lame repartee.

  11. In a winter green fleece coat, so cozy and warm
    By the fireplace sits a contemplative form.

    “I had something in mind, when I sat in this chair.
    Now I wonder what was it, and if I should care?”

    But I’ve noticed my fleece is returning to plastic,
    As the heat from this fire has done something drastic.

    “Wake up!” called my muse, lurking under a log.
    “The fire has a message, and it wants you to blog.”

    “Hang on while I look for my paper and pen.
    My mem’ry, you know, disappears now and then.”

    I must have a topic, a focus that’s plain.
    I’m struggling here, something’s wrong with my brain.

    “I’ve got it!”, said Sarah with a sly, little laugh
    “Vote for Palin in 2012 to 2014 and a half.”

    My slogan will reel them in like prime bait
    Of that, I’m sure no one would repudiate.

    “You betcha,” I said, “what’s the office in store
    for a lady who serves for two years and no more?”

    “Good point,” my muse answered, so cocky and sure.
    “Give her a sitcom so her fame will endure.”

    But she’s already doing that on TLC,
    mucking in fish guts with lame repartee.

    Wake up, it’s another wonderful day,
    With Russia just over the way.

  12. 11.

    In a winter green fleece coat, so cozy and warm
    By the fireplace sits a contemplative form.

    “I had something in mind, when I sat in this chair.
    Now I wonder what was it, and if I should care?”

    But I’ve noticed my fleece is returning to plastic,
    As the heat from this fire has done something drastic.

    “Wake up!” called my muse, lurking under a log.
    “The fire has a message, and it wants you to blog.”

    “Hang on while I look for my paper and pen.
    My mem’ry, you know, disappears now and then.”

    I must have a topic, a focus that’s plain.
    I’m struggling here, something’s wrong with my brain.

    “I’ve got it!”, said Sarah with a sly, little laugh
    “Vote for Palin in 2012 to 2014 and a half.”

    My slogan will reel them in like prime bait
    Of that, I’m sure no one would repudiate.

    “You betcha,” I said, “what’s the office in store
    for a lady who serves for two years and no more?”

    “Good point,” my muse answered, so cocky and sure.
    “Give her a sitcom so her fame will endure.”

    But she’s already doing that on TLC,
    mucking in fish guts with lame repartee.

    Wake up, it’s another wonderful day,
    With Russia just over the way.

    The figure in green by the fireplace groaned,
    “Remember in her state she has been disowned.”

  13. In a winter green fleece coat, so cozy and warm
    By the fireplace sits a contemplative form.

    “I had something in mind, when I sat in this chair.
    Now I wonder what was it, and if I should care?”

    But I’ve noticed my fleece is returning to plastic,
    As the heat from this fire has done something drastic.

    “Wake up!” called my muse, lurking under a log.
    “The fire has a message, and it wants you to blog.”

    “Hang on while I look for my paper and pen.
    My mem’ry, you know, disappears now and then.”

    I must have a topic, a focus that’s plain.
    I’m struggling here, something’s wrong with my brain.

    “I’ve got it!”, said Sarah with a sly, little laugh
    “Vote for Palin in 2012 to 2014 and a half.”

    My slogan will reel them in like prime bait
    Of that, I’m sure no one would repudiate.

    “You betcha,” I said, “what’s the office in store
    for a lady who serves for two years and no more?”

    “Good point,” my muse answered, so cocky and sure.
    “Give her a sitcom so her fame will endure.”

    But she’s already doing that on TLC,
    mucking in fish guts with lame repartee.

    Wake up, it’s another wonderful day,
    With Russia just over the way.

    The figure in green by the fireplace groaned,
    “Remember in her state she has been disowned.”

    The fireplace logs crackle and dance with their light
    Reminding me I’ve got a Christmas letter to write.

  14. In a winter green fleece coat, so cozy and warm
    By the fireplace sits a contemplative form.

    “I had something in mind, when I sat in this chair.
    Now I wonder what was it, and if I should care?”

    But I’ve noticed my fleece is returning to plastic,
    As the heat from this fire has done something drastic.

    “Wake up!” called my muse, lurking under a log.
    “The fire has a message, and it wants you to blog.”

    “Hang on while I look for my paper and pen.
    My mem’ry, you know, disappears now and then.”

    I must have a topic, a focus that’s plain.
    I’m struggling here, something’s wrong with my brain.

    “I’ve got it!”, said Sarah with a sly, little laugh
    “Vote for Palin in 2012 to 2014 and a half.”

    My slogan will reel them in like prime bait
    Of that, I’m sure no one would repudiate.

    “You betcha,” I said, “what’s the office in store
    for a lady who serves for two years and no more?”

    “Good point,” my muse answered, so cocky and sure.
    “Give her a sitcom so her fame will endure.”

    But she’s already doing that on TLC,
    mucking in fish guts with lame repartee.

    Wake up, it’s another wonderful day,
    With Russia just over the way.

    The figure in green by the fireplace groaned,
    “Remember in her state she has been disowned.”

    The fireplace logs crackle and dance with their light
    Reminding me I’ve got a Christmas letter to write.

    Dozing in the heat
    The words appear nice and neat

    The clever prose of my dream
    Scatters at my daughter’s scream

  15. 1. In a winter green fleece coat, so cozy and warm
    By the fireplace sits a contemplative form.
    “I had something in mind, when I sat in this chair.
    Now I wonder what was it, and if I should care?”
    But I’ve noticed my fleece is returning to plastic,
    As the heat from this fire has done something drastic.
    “Wake up!” called my muse, lurking under a log.
    “The fire has a message, and it wants you to blog.”
    “Hang on while I look for my paper and pen.
    My mem’ry, you know, disappears now and then.”
    I must have a topic, a focus that’s plain.
    I’m struggling here, something’s wrong with my brain.
    “I’ve got it!”, said Sarah with a sly, little laugh
    “Vote for Palin in 2012 to 2014 and a half.”
    My slogan will reel them in like prime bait
    Of that, I’m sure no one would repudiate.
    “You betcha,” I said, “what’s the office in store
    for a lady who serves for two years and no more?”
    “Good point,” my muse answered, so cocky and sure.
    “Give her a sitcom so her fame will endure.”
    But she’s already doing that on TLC,
    mucking in fish guts with lame repartee.
    Wake up, it’s another wonderful day,
    With Russia just over the way.
    The figure in green by the fireplace groaned,
    “Remember in her state she has been disowned.”
    The fireplace logs crackle and dance with their light
    Reminding me I’ve got a Christmas letter to write.
    Dozing in the heat
    The words appear nice and neat
    The clever prose of my dream
    Scatters at my daughter’s scream
    “A mouse!” she cries.
    “Where?”

    “There! There!
    It disappeared over near the stair.”

    “I don’t know why it worries you so.
    It lived here first so we should go –

    if we don’t care to share our domain.
    These prior tenants have a right to their claim.”

  16. “Or maybe it’s Santa Mouse trying to leave a present.
    You really should try to be a little more pleasant.”

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