Weather – Rhyming Couplets

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Summer Block

Ah, the lazy days of Summer:
Long and languid afternoons,
When cares are short and drinks are tall,
And lives are endless honeymoons.
So who would sweat on metric feet,
To try to pen a tricky rhyme ?
Just close the jotters, pencils down,
And let it go. It’s not the time.

On such a scorching hummer
When our cares are short and drinks are tall,
And lives are endless honeymoons,
Then no-one thirsts for verse at all.
So let it go, it’s not the time –
Just close the jotters, pencils down.
Our brains would only overheat.
If assonance should raise a frown.

On long and languid afternoons,
Just who would sweat on metric feet
When no-one thirsts for verse at all ?
Our brains would only overheat.
Don’t try to pen a tricky rhyme
On such a scorching hummer.
No assonance should raise a frown
On the lazy days of Summer.

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Charge

A lightning flash –
one-thousand-and-one
Its photons dash
one-thousand-and-two
Into my eyes
one-thousand-and-three
Through rain-soaked skies.
one-thousand-and-four
I wonder how far
one-thousand-and-five
Those flashes are ?
one-thousand-and-six
Been brewing all week,
one-thousand-and-seven
This cleansing streak.
one-thousand-and-eight
Hang on, have I missed it ?
one-thousand-and-nine
Or is it too distant ?
one-thousand-and-ten
I feel a bit cheated,
.one-thousand-eleven
The clap uncompleted –
…………one-thousand-and-twelve
You can’t give us flashes
one-thousand-and-thirteen
Without giving crashes…
one-thousand-and-f……finally !