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So a strophe and a spondee
walk into a bar
(all widdershins & collywobbles);
and the dactyl’s all like,
Iamb thirsty,
and the other two
know just what to do,
so they get ’im a drink
to ghazal.
(And of course, pour the dog
-gerel a hyperbole
of water. Flarf! Flarf!he barks,
in thanks.)
The abecedarian
is being an ana
-pest as always,
sitting on his ars
(poetica).
A trochee approaches,
all onomatopoeia and Zeugma
-tic. Something cold for the thirsty?
She asks.
Bartender: Caesura.
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Some wordplay fun with poetic terms for day 25 of Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge.
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Oh my, that is awesome.
Extremely entertaining to read! You captured the essence of these poetic forms quite masterfully!