One?
Done
Fun?
None
One
If two?
Pass through
Will do
And you?
That's two
How bout three?
Shall we see?
Bit more free
Works for me
So says three
Can we try four?
It gives us more
Not such a bore
Crack wide that door
Lead us on, four
Would we dare do five?
Tis too high to strive?
I do love this jive
Let's stop while still live
Safe with lines of five
But hear the cry of six
It tempts as time still ticks
It's not just a quick fix
But adds to this great mix
Yes, hear that call of six
Rules change as we reach seven
Words lengthen, stretch to heaven
Lines rise like bread so leavened
The changes wrought by seven
Hard as the end draws near with eight
Liked this before, now's not so great
Long lines I don't appreciate
Thanks for nothing, unruly eight
Entering the danger zone with nine
Meaning gets lost by end of the line
Despite the trouble, guess we'll be fine
Phew, we just made it through there with nine
And finally we arrive here to ten
What an intriguing journey this has been
I'm so relieved now to be at the end
So long, good night, let's sign off now with ten
But who's counting? :)
Some people love playing with words. Others like to play with numbers.
Why not both?!
This was a bit of a whimsical experiment in letting the numbers dictate the form.
The number of syllables per line corresponds to the number in the stanza's first line.
I went with one syllable words until seven forced one style change with its two syllables and another change with its lack of good rhymes.
Numbers are beautiful, aren't they?
I was tempted to continue beyond ten, but... Can I count on you to keep it going?! ;)
