Dr. Seuss, Shel Silverstein... I miss you my friends,
and dream of a ten turtle stack where the sidewalk ends.
Though I'm now an adult, I miss the sing song of your rhymes.
They teach little lessons and make us talk in time.
So here's my attempt at a silly adult version - a wacky news, silly video, rhyming poetry fusion.
In honor of National Poetry Writing Month, I'm bringing back a Friday tradition. Bouts Rimés means "rhymed ends" in
French and is a game or challenge where one person (me) makes a list of
rhymed words and others (you) write the lines that end with those
rhymes, in the same order in which they were given. It was known as
Crambo in English and was quite popular in the eighteenth and nineteenth
centuries. Will you help me bring back this hip historical habit?