Well, actually, I’ve probably written couplets before … just not on purpose.
In my Long Beach Writing Examiner column today, I wrote about couplets. And just for fun, in the section about couplets in Long Beach, I wrote it in the form of a couplet.
When searching for couplets in Long Beach I lurch
Toward the public library bookshelves to perch.
If Long Beach poets write couplets, I don’t know
So to the local book store I must go
That was fun!
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