The Plan

[a poem inspired by the Monday Poetry Stretch at The Miss Rumphius Effect.]


The Plan

She waited until the noon hour
to climb to the top of the tower.
How silly! she thought,
that the others had fought,
for a space in the hot, stuffy bower.

Up here a cool breeze was at hand,
and the view of the country was grand.
But an unlooked for teem
of rain spoiled her nice dream
of the afternoon picnic she'd planned.





[The challenge was to produce a bouts-rimés poem where the rhyming words are provided by someone else. The words given were hour, tower, thought, fought, hand, grand, teem, dream. Since the poem form I selected (limericks) required additional rhymes, I tried to find out if adding additional end-words and rhyme-words was OK, but couldn't track down the answer. So I did it anyway and had fun - will someone fill me in on whether this is still in the spirit of the bouts-rimés?]