Haikus keep coming,

 

But are people reading them?

 

I'll post and find out.

 

 

 

I keep replying in limerick,

 

But its like talking to a brick.

 

At least in the Kingdom,

 

Haikus emerge from boredom.

 

You people are trying,makes you look quite thick.

 

 

 

So this post will comprise

 

of various types of poetry,

 

My failure comply results in my demise,

 

And you shall therefore take pity.

 

Currently this is a sonnet,

 

Perhaps not my best shot.

 

Nothing really rhymes with sonnet,

 

Therefore there is no God ( :anxious: )

 

My next poem(s) shall be

 

an ode and a ballad respectively.

 

The ode will speak of Henry V

 

and his battle outnumbered heavily.

 

 

 

The day is Saint Crispins,

 

Year the fourteen-fifteenth.

 

War was declared the month fourth,

 

And in September we took a port.

 

More than a month it was sieged,

 

And soon we were racked by desease.

 

The French are at least 25 thousand strong,

 

We have six thousand,five of which equiped with bows long.

 

I don't know what happened that day,

 

But it was a miracle in its way.

 

We lost a mere hundred,

 

Of the French thousands were murdered.

 

We had won the war,

 

But what is war good for?

 

 

 

So you've read my poem,

 

I'd like to hear what you think.

 

Is it worth your time,

 

Or is it another timesink?

 

This is how I assume ballads are written,

 

In an A,B,C,B like pattern,

 

With no syllable counting.

 

Damn,what rhymes with pattern?

 

Sometimes when writing,

 

You need lots of forethought.

 

Or you might end your work like I do,

 

With a "There is no God"...

 

 

 

I seriously forgot to add,

 

To avoid looking bad,

 

Please comment in poem,

 

Poets-I'd bow to 'em.

 

I messed up limerick-ing

 

But those were getting boring.

 

This is an ode,now.

 

I'm going to go...tip a cow.

lol. Is very great and full of awesomeness and cow-tipping.