Eight-line Poems

Reverie

Reverie

If poets ruled the world,
we’d not throw, we’d hurl;
beer would still be bottled,
but its colour would be mottled;
we’d never lose our way,
there’d be something else to say,
and words wouldn’t rhyme,
we’d demand that they chime.


Line count: 8
Rhymed couplets
For Express It In Eight, 10.05.21
Prompt: Bottle.