Petrarchan Sonnet
About writing rap for a grandson
Author's Note: Petrarchan rhyme scheme of ABBA ABBA CDEDCE.
Poetry is my thing, ever since he
my grandson was into singing rap tunes.
I agreed to write something for his croons
He told me I need to rhyme more, you see
I took this on like a project with glee
I spent many nights and some afternoons
writing and singing along to some spoons
I was told I didn't have it! Oh me!
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How disappointing, no rapping granny
Then I was told by a medicine man
who raps, had I considered spoken word
Who is this man, or was it the Satan?
I couldn't believe it, not this nanny
I didn't say that or am I absurd?
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
Retired, working part-time as a Native American culture consultant. I have an MSE, and an ABD. I write on Vocal, and Facebook. Poetry, non-fiction mostly, and working on fiction. Wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother.
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