Now, O now, in this brown land
Where Love did so sweet music make
We two shall wander, hand in hand,
Forbearing for old friendship' sake,
Nor grieve because our love was gay
Which now is ended in this way.

A rogue in red and yellow dress
Is knocking, knocking at the tree;
And all around our loneliness
The wind is whistling merrily.
The leaves -- - they do not sigh at all
When the year takes them in the fall.

Now, O now, we hear no more
The vilanelle and roundelay!
Yet will we kiss, sweetheart, before
We take sad leave at close of day.
Grieve not, sweetheart, for anything -- -
The year, the year is gathering.

Anything's possible?
I challenge that
if I'm not right
I'll eat my hat

a palindromic pantoum?
or pantoumic palindrome?
would you find it in
a poetry tome?

the proverbial pig
that can fly?
a snowball fight
in July?

a vilanelle
with no repeat?
now that would be
an awesome feat

an honest politician?
(not for long)
but then they all
can do no wrong

a rolling stone covered
with moss?
around one's neck
a real albatross?

a snowball in...
well you know where?
a true challenge
I do declare

a serious word
when I'm this daft?
doubt it, bloke
that's a different craft

I asked this question of a one armed man,
“Can you plant a seed and make it grow?”
He said, “I really do not think I can.”

The same I asked of another one armed man,
He said he could but half-heartedly did sow;
He never finished with his plan.

The third bragged heartily but never began;
He talked a lot of all the things he’d put in every row,
But in the end, he ran.

The fourth realized it as a good thing to do, and
When he tried, what do you know?
He succeeded and became a better man.

The time in anyone’s life is not a prohibitive span,
To try out things that challenge you to grow;
Be brave, and try to do all the things you can,
And don’t be discouraged when you have to change the plan.