Do not dress me up with red sheen
Nor coat my crown with golden hue
I don't need stitches nor brown glue
What scars & grooves I have are green
Painted by sun, queen bee, so keen
On seeding the sweetest fruit genes
Don't mess up my natural dew
When you dress me up with red sheen
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Victoria Slotto - Poetry form is High Octain
two tercets and a couplet,
eight syllables per line or as iambic tetrameter, your choice,
first line is a refrain, repeated as the last (some variation acceptable).
Rhyme-scheme as follows :
A = refrain line.
c/c refers to line five having internal rhyme which is different to the a- and b-rhymes. The midline rhyme does not have to fall exactly in the middle of the line
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