As I said before, Bouts-rimés is a collaborative form in which one gets a series of rhymes from another person and crafts a poem from them. Alexandre Dumas, père, compiled a whole book from famous poets of the day with the same set of rhymes. It can be both a delightful and extremely tricky form.
I am finding a natural tendency toward poems for a precocious but dark child.
I sent out the call to my readers for a set of rhymes and found myself crippled by the choices. I instead have chosen to do all of them. Here is the first in the series from the set of rhymes sent by my good friends The Ardingers :
The Dissolute's Dirge
by Paul Mathers
My liver I keep in a sog
for my pneuma's in a bit of a bog,
a condition that circumstance fathered,
to ammend it I shan't be bothered.
Existence is best viewed through fog
to keep horrors from filling your log.
Savoir faire one can glean from my story:
Be the amaurotic in the observatory.
For in a world where the dog eats the dog,
I would sooner make camp with the frog
who on trifles and pests will grow fatter
and not give a rip towards the matter.
So exhausting the state of agog.
To the alehouse for a measure of grog!