2011 - Day 165

Write down the words
That flow from your heart,
A flock of ghost birds,
Together they part
In Infinite art,
With hats made of foil,
It's called a Rhyme Royal.

Scottish Stanza To a Mouse,
Eating up your favorite blouse,
Making messes in your house,
Chase him 'round from here to there,
Trap him in the corner quick,
Teach him now that life's not fair.

Gather 'round to here the tale,
The zombie owls on Deadman's Trail,
To walk alone you face your fear,
Dead owls swoop down, bite all that's near,
The Limerick owls make skin turn pale.

Monorhyme it one more time,
Common sounds where they grow thyme,
Sand and camels raining lime,
Bernstein Bears committing crimes,
Ask the most prestigious mime,
Then it's Catdog's time to shine,
Finish first or ride the pine,
The fish use chalk to draw round lines,
Race the sun's infinite shine,
My hands are bound, I've lost my mind.