(For
this poem, Delycia gave me the rhyming words, in order, and I had the fun of
putting them into a poem. This type of partner-poetry-just-for-fun is called bouts-rimes (French, meaning “rhymed
ends”)
The Prince and the Iris
The morning’s princely sun could
surely see
a certain special iris in a yellow
dress. The flower seemed as young
and free
as this new day was. All the yard was
mellow
as it held this flower in its arms.
The pink
petunias calmly leaned to see just
how
the iris glowed, and how it seemed
to drink
elation from the sun and gently
bow.
