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Bout Time

Write a poem in which the last word in each line ends with the following rhymes in the order given:

dead, sun, run, mead, lead, done, fun, weed, never, frost, shrills, eve, lost, hills


Just as for Housman, so for me – long dead

Those ‘happy highways’ shining in the sun,

But though my joints no longer let me run

I still delight in struggling through the mead

Content to follow now where others lead.

Why rue times dead and gone? My day’s not done,

Old dogs can learn new tricks and still have fun.

Though some may choose to wither like a weed

And wallow in nostalgia, I’ll never

Let what’s past my present pleasures frost,

My ears are deaf to memory’s echoing shrills

That seek to drown this moment’s music, ever

Casting shadows over joys long lost.

Best let them go, those ‘blue remembered hills’!

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