Today I attempted to write a triolet, a poem with 8 lines in iambic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme of abaaabab where the first, fourth, and seventh lines have exactly the same words and the second and last lines have exactly the same words (but different from lines one, four, and seven). You can find the prompt I followed here.
Food Temptation
By Candace Shultz
I lost the fight with food today.
It made its way into my hips.
A snickers bar? Oh yes I may.
I lost the fight with food today.
A bag of chips came out to play
And conga danced into my lips.
I lost the fight with food today.
It made its way into my hips.
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