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Ode to A Teacher

With generosity of time and care

He teaches her about the things he knows.

Such as a couplet is a rhyming pair

And how a sonnet ought to be composed.

Pentameter iambic is the key

With accents, syllables and scansion too.

It seems a huge and baffling mystery

But bit by bit he gives a hint. A clue.

“It helps to tap your fingers on the desk

To count the syllables and hear the beat.

For some this seems bizarre and quite grotesque

But listen hard and count along. It’s sweet!”

          A teacher true who cares for flawless rhyme

          I thank you friend for giving me your time.

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Written by
kate-little
Australian
Published
Jan 18, 2011
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A Sonnet

Words by K A Little 2011

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