Edit 1: More of a practice poem than anything, but I like some of the techniques I've seen on the website
It’s time to patter songs about the rain,
I browse a dusty book that’s nearly dead.
And seek to dampen up a paper page.
I hear the gentle drops outside again,
expiring while I ramble getting dressed,
“It’s time to patter songs.” About the rain,
I gaze a liquid vein trailing the pane
Impressing wintry glass with hands outspread,
And seek to dampen up a paper page.
They tell me, "speak a truth and write more plain."
While spinning “Hey Ho’s” tell my grasping head
It’s time to patter songs about the rain,
It’s glutted droppings circle down the Drain.
I hurl notes inside a puddle bed,
And seek to dampen up a paper page.
I heard the constant ticking hands arranged,
To tell me when to wake or sleep and said,
It’s time to patter songs about the rain,
And seek to dampen up a paper page.
You can listen to a computer read it here: https://www.yakitome.com/tts?a=T&b=872625&c=nye6Y3czFFVg&d=T (I can't believe the obsession has gotten to that level.
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It’s time to patter on about the rain,
To browse inside a book that’s old and dead,
And seek to pinch some life from off a page.
I hear the gentle drops outside again,
I need to find a reason to get dressed,
It’s time to patter on about the rain.
I’ve never even flailed a wheaten grain.
But I’ll write my pen’s a tool to thresh,
And seek to pinch some life from off a page.
They say to speak a truth and write more plain.
While “Hey Ho’s” spin inside and tell my head,
It’s time to patter on about the rain.
The glutted droppings circle down the Drain.
I’ll add a line about a fatal thread,
And seek to pinch some life from off a page.
I heard the constant ticking hands arranged,
To tell me when to wake or sleep and said,
It’s time to patter on about the rain,
And seek to pinch some life from off a page.
It’s time to patter songs about the rain,
I browse a dusty book that’s nearly dead.
And seek to dampen up a paper page.
I hear the gentle drops outside again,
expiring while I ramble getting dressed,
“It’s time to patter songs.” About the rain,
I gaze a liquid vein trailing the pane
Impressing wintry glass with hands outspread,
And seek to dampen up a paper page.
They tell me, "speak a truth and write more plain."
While spinning “Hey Ho’s” tell my grasping head
It’s time to patter songs about the rain,
It’s glutted droppings circle down the Drain.
I hurl notes inside a puddle bed,
And seek to dampen up a paper page.
I heard the constant ticking hands arranged,
To tell me when to wake or sleep and said,
It’s time to patter songs about the rain,
And seek to dampen up a paper page.
You can listen to a computer read it here: https://www.yakitome.com/tts?a=T&b=872625&c=nye6Y3czFFVg&d=T (I can't believe the obsession has gotten to that level.
)It’s time to patter on about the rain,
To browse inside a book that’s old and dead,
And seek to pinch some life from off a page.
I hear the gentle drops outside again,
I need to find a reason to get dressed,
It’s time to patter on about the rain.
I’ve never even flailed a wheaten grain.
But I’ll write my pen’s a tool to thresh,
And seek to pinch some life from off a page.
They say to speak a truth and write more plain.
While “Hey Ho’s” spin inside and tell my head,
It’s time to patter on about the rain.
The glutted droppings circle down the Drain.
I’ll add a line about a fatal thread,
And seek to pinch some life from off a page.
I heard the constant ticking hands arranged,
To tell me when to wake or sleep and said,
It’s time to patter on about the rain,
And seek to pinch some life from off a page.