Sorry that it's been a while since my last post. I had lent my poem collection to my friend who wanted to read them. Now that I have them back, here are two assonances. I don't have a title for either.
Potatoes mashed,
Tomatoes slashed,
Oven lights flash,
Throw scraps in the trash.
Not to shabby. Better than diaper rash.
Stir, don't thrash. Chew, don't gnash.
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I can't leave the night.
Perhaps a knight of the heights.
Light, that unsightly plight,
Will smite those who flee in fright.
It will bite those trying to take flight.
In spite of it's great might,
With it, speed is finite and infinite,
Causing no so-said respite
By an optical fistfight.
Even the erudite
Cannot right the fight
Of this white light.
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