Monorhyme Poems

                  CHRIST MY HERO

If you feel terror when you look in the mirror

Or see horror when you

Dark evening not even a star

Wrong night to be coming home

Well over a hundred years ago

The illustrious Vincent Willem Van Gogh

A genius somewhat like Michelangelo

With thousands of artworks in his cluttered studio

From the sublime to the

There once was a little mighty ant

Who was extravagant and arrogant

Known to be exorbitantly militant

She was so combatant and petulant

They nicknamed her My Commandant

One day

I went to the zoo to feed a giraffe

Brought some chocolates to

The media quickly came around with photoflash

Flowing champagne caused a sticky splash

What fuss commotion and mishmash

All because Alicia won the trophy playing Balderdash

On her way

Mark Clarke was the gentlest man of Denmark

Yet considered by all a most unlikely

Tall tale conveyed

A little like a charade

Was

The cloud of suspense was becoming compact

The mood was tense to ensure most impact

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MARIE-ANTOINETTE

-cinquain monorhyme-

Her name was Marie-Antoinette

As she said it she did a pirouette

And wow what a silhouette

Coquette she wore an amulet

Feared nothing short of a bayonet

Forgot

His lovely bride was no cook, tried she might

He labored on construction till the night

He worked up a heck of an appetite

Rushing on home, must

Midday sometimes in class instead of learning algebra

While I should

Sporting a colourful chemise

A camera and a valise

Temptations so easily tease

Roaming as free as honeybees

Tourists hear beckonings as pleas

And capture beauty with much ease

Tiny things