Birth Stories – Three Clerihews

I’m a few days (okay, like 20) behind on the poem-a-day project for National Poetry Month, but this morning I had so much fun playing with rhyme, I’m dragging my shame over missing my goals out into the open to share these goofy little poems with you and to challenge you to share your own clerihews. Pop ’em in the comments if you’re so inclined.

Thanks to the Cuyahoga County Public Library for their daily prompts! This one is from April 23:

“Write a clerihew, a rhymed four-line poem about a person. The rhyme scheme is AABB, and often the rhymes are ridiculous. The first line is the person’s name. Clerihews are often humorous, but the best are also true.”

Birth Stories

Lydia Rose just couldn’t decide

whether to come out or whether to hide

and as her due date came and went

we sent the landlord to collect the rent.

Elvis Elijah Davis Wells

conquered disease through the power of cells.

When the doctors thought his health was critical

his molecules done gone pulled a miracle.

Henry Delbert, the smallest of all,

arrived on the scene at the last curtain call.

“Don’t be fooled by my birth weight prank,

you’ll soon start calling me Hank the Tank.”