This poem is a Terza Rima Sonnet, which I learned about from my new favourite poet, Cubby, in her challenge that I’m going to link to instead of re-blogging.
One day I heard death knocking at my door
And decided that it was not my time,
So to Mister Death I had to ignore
Because I had to finish my last rhyme;
I was in the middle of composing
A poem for someone I admire.
It’s quite rude for him to be imposing,
Forcing time to come down to the wire.
Send him away; I’m not ready to go
To heaven, or hell where there is fire!
When I am finished, Mister Death will know
And he will come knocking for me again,
So I am starting another – or ten –
And will continue to grow until then!
Nailed it! 😀