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A different sort of sonnet.

October 15, 2019

Ode to the Bike

by muffin

My purple bike, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you freewheel, wait and climb,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the tall past times.

Let me compare you to a dark crowbar?
You are more benchmark, banal and heavy.
Large storms whip the twiglets of October,
And autumntime has the noble tevye.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your favorite brakes, wheels and lights.
Thinking of your royal wheels fills my days.
My love for you is the elegant mites.

Now I must away with a simple heart,
Remember my stark words whilst we’re apart.

Thanks to Datamuse, whose word engine was used to complete the poem.Created on 15th October 2019.

Auto Praise for Ode to the Bike

“Never have I felt so moved by a purple bike. Thank you muffin!” – The Daily Tale”

Look, you might think ‘mites’ is a good rhyme for ‘lights’, but frankly I couldn’t make head nor tale of what you were trying to say.” – Enid Kibbler

“The author is so talented that I really feel the love for the object of the poem’s favorite brakes, wheels and lights.” – Hit the Spoof

“The iambic pentameter almost works!” – Zob Gloop

“Not even Shakespeare himself would be bold enough to use a simile like ‘a dark crowbar’ – wow!” – Betty Borison

This sonnet was generated by my computer as an exercise to improve my verse writing skills. I am not sure if it succeeded!

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