5)Free Verse4)AlliterationBetty Botter bought some butter, but, she said, the butter’s bitter; if I put it in my batter it will make my batter bitter, but a bit of better butter will make my batter better.
A smile becomes too hard too hold When waterlogged and under pressure So my face crumples in And folds up into new patterns I've never never let you see before Transparent as rice paper, delicate; Not so graceful as a paper crane Near as fleeting as a paper boat Vanishing downstream
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I am one of many
Small branches of a broken tree
Always looking to the ones above
For guidance, strength and security....
Hey diddle, Diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.8)Symbolism
The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps.