EXAMPLES
Versify – verb
Turn into or express in verse
“it was never suggested that Wordsworth should simply versify Coleridge's ideas”
"Take a look around our site
To see the sort of thing we write"
WHY VERSIFY
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Hurrah! You've been invited to
A very special kind of “do”
A birthday bash – the big three o
And there'll be loads there that you know
A good excuse to go and spend
That little outfit? Bang on trend!
Designer shoes – a bit of bling
You're sorted! But what gift to bring?
You want one to reflect your style
Unique and clever - brings a smile
A poem? What a great idea
'Twill be the Present of the Year
For from the info that you send
We'll build a portrait of your friend
A verse that truly is bespoke
With anecdote and private joke
And sentiments so well expressed
Your gift will outshine all the rest
So take a look around our site
To see the sort of thing we write.
FOR SAMUEL ON YOUR 10TH BIRTHDAY
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You're ten years old? It can't be true!
Dear Samuel, is this REALLY you?
You've grown from such a little scrap
To quite a strong and useful chap!
And when there is a job to do
We know we can rely on you.
You willingly bring in the logs
And join in when we walk the dogs.
A pond to dig? You`re just the man
To shovel all the earth you can.
Skilled maker of delicious cakes
We've all enjoyed your tasty bakes
Photographer extraordinaire
(A recently discovered flair)
Diabolos are turned and tossed
And tennis balls are whacked and lost
Catching fish and building dens
Playing in the park with friends
Your football skills are more than good
Though shooting arrows down the wood
Needs practising a little more
To hit the target, not the floor!
You have two buttons: “Stop” and “Zoom”
And need an awful lot of room!
And though you are extremely LOUD
You make us all extremely proud!
MICHAEL
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He'll take you on a guided tour
Of any Gloucester Meteor
And whether rosé, rouge or blanc
You won't find Michael drinking plonk
For fine French wines are his forte
He’s virtually a sommelier
A glass or two is all he'll take
(And strictly for his stomach's sake)
Now Michael loves a gloves-off fight
With bishop, castle, queen and knight
And table tennis? Much the same
He takes no prisoners in his game!
For someone who is eighty four
He really couldn't fit in more
And if you think that point is moot
He’s lately taken up the lute
In Magham Down the night air hums
As Michael gently plucks and strums.
A three mile walk he does with ease
In trendy jeans with ripped out knees
Distinctive round and furry hat
A proper hatter made him that
A specialist philatelist….
It's time to draw an end to this!
So raise a glass and raise a cheer
To Michael - whom we all hold dear!
MERYL
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In North End House you'll find that dawn
Breaks roughly half way through the morn
And when it does, you`ll find a pair
Of lovely people waking there!
An Westfield dweller all her life,
Is Meryl, Andrew's loving wife
(While Reuben – apple of her eye
Lives in Icklesham nearby.)
A studious child and very bright
Embroidered, knitted, loved to write
And listen to the radio
Her favourite? Jimmy Clitheroe!
This pretty, smiling, clear- skinned wench
Was also very good at French!
Though at a poetry recital
Couldn't say more than the title
Due to stage fright très mauvais
No prizes for her house that day!
For singing Meryl has a gift
(She met Rod Stewart in a lift).
A clear strong voice, sung from the heart
And preferably the alto part.
A charity shop fashionista
Smartly dressed - just like her sister
Dear wife and mother, sister, friend,
To Meryl - three score years and ten!