The Challenge

There came a challenge writ in verse 
So framed to prove her rhyme perverse
But stood she tall with wounded pride
And called her army to her side 
Armoured she in fine haiku
Her steed a gentle Clerihew
A shield of perfect rhyming sonnet
Had runic verse writ large upon it
For greaves she took iambic pentameter 
Vambraces also in that parameter
And rhyming quatrain bright and clear
Provided sword and shining spear
Her tercet bow and arrows bright
Sent singing couplets to the night
While all about her they complained
Nurse, she’s out of bed again!

©️ jane jago 2018

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