Poetry Corner

Poetry corner

A poetry corner has only two sides

So every word subtly, into it glides

Without a simple reason or rhyme

Another side would make it fine

But it would still only be triasidic

A better thing  by far is a poetry square

And then you really know not where

‘Cos the words can go on all four sides

Spelling mistakes you there can hides

Now it’s grown to a pyramid – in three D

A pentagon’s my idea of heaven

Except when hit on nine eleven

A wonderful shape, symetrical too

Good for elephants in the zoo

Six too many, just have seven

We’re getting on now to a hexagon

Just like a hat of a Mexican

Dozing off in the midday sun

Could be many or only one,

-more will make a septagon

I’m sick of shapes

Please no more

Poetry’s fine

On its own

Polly’s gone.