With regards to rhyme, I fall more to doggerel than to poetry, by default!

Milton

I’m keen on Milton,
Port and stilton.
I’m keen on Paradise Lost.
To read God’s curse
In Miltonic verse
Is sublime, is cool, is boss.

I’m keen on Milton
But keep your kilt on,
On Milton Keynes, I’m not.
Its concrete cows
Perplex my brows
And hamper joyous thought.

Of Milton Keynes
My troubled dreams
Skirt near the gate of Hades.
It’s hard to choose
The River Ouse
Above the wide Euphrates.

So, although to Eden
I may not succeed in
Regaining an entrance anew,
I’ll keep far away
From murky MK
And happily bid it adieu!

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Lido Leader

When Ironically Byronically
Swimming in the Lido
It’s Ironically Byronically
Hard to wear a speedo.
For trying to be Byron
When the noble Venice Lion
Has his noble Venice eye on
One’s form, it’s hard to swim.

Yet, Ironically Bryonically
In the Lido swimming
This Ironically Bryonically
Chap is close to winning.
For cutting through the water
Like a nereid’s mermaid daughter
Or a selkie’s silky otter
One can see, he’s going to win.

So, Bryonically Ironically
Paraded to the dais
He’s Bryonically Ironically
Distinguishable by his
Speedos, as the winner.
Strum praise upon the zither!
Raise honour to this swimmer!
For there’s none compares to him!

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Limericks

There was a young man of St Andrews
Whose shiny red trousers and whose
Pipe brightly lit
Blazed as he flit
In and out of the sand dunes.

Rebecca’s flat on South Street
Was surely the best place to meet
So covid eschewing
New friendships ensuing
The complement was often complete!

Matt had a flat with some chums
In Marchmont, not far from mum’s
Suitably cheap
But not very neat
It went for a song, and it hummed!

Emma giddied about school
With Apple air pods, oh so cool.
But to use them was naughty
So she thought, and she thought she
Would only listen in Art as a rule.

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