Eight-line Poems

Nevermore

Nevermore

She knitted the man some woollen pants.
He knew better than to refuse ‘em.
He earned the name, Ol’ Woollen Pants
(though, secretly, they don’t enthuse ‘im).

He wore the same to town one day.
The skies began to rain and pour.
Waterlogged his pants became
so heavy, they swiftly hit the floor.


Line Count: 8
Rhyme scheme abab cdcd
For Express It In Eight, January 28 2021
Prompt: Write a poem about Ol’ Woollen Pants.