Okay, so I had so much fun exploring the Breccbairdne, Blackout, and Brady’s Touch world of poems in March I decided to carry it over into April. I felt like I didn’t learn enough about these varied writing styles, and I plan to carry on this poetic adventure while the buds start blooming on the trees. I still have many pages left to use from the pages of Mr. Chartwell byRebecca Hunt. It would be a shame to allow them to go to waste. I’m starting to learn important lessons about meter and rhythm. I’m searching every corner of my mind for new inspiration. It almost feels like I’m running an intellectual marathon. Let’s get started. This poem is a Brady’s Touch poem I called The Groundhog Invasion.
Brady’s Touch Poem The Groundhog Invasion
Maryann-Merryweather Travis created the Brady’s Touch style of poetry in November 2006 to honor Allen Brady. This style of poetry is a 2 stanza 10-line poem. It follows the pattern listed below, but sometimes I break the rules and add two more stanzas for fun.
1. 2 quintets or 5-line stanza with a specific rhyme and syllable count
2. Each stanza follows the same pattern 9-9-8-8-2 syllables
3. Rhyme scheme is abcde abfde
4. The second stanza should be a replica of the first in the length of lines and rhyme.
The Groundhog Invasion They arrived marching in single file Old Grandaddy and his many kin Ran dizzy, dancing two by two Despoiling my green grassy lawn Expire I must say you have a silly style Hiding all day in your dirty den When the family comes to play You are the devious devil’s spawn Spitfire
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2 thoughts on “The Groundhog Invasion”
What an interesting format. Brady’s Touch. I will try to remember that. Thank you for sharing. Haha, a groundhog family of three generations. That’s really funny.
Old Grandaddy had beeen caught so many times, he figured out how to get in the trap and steal the food. He taught the skill to his progeny. We gave up when we figured out we were feeding them after dinner dessert.