Perfect Strangers

Who said poetry has to be serious? (Or true?)  I’ve written two kyrielles since I learned about the form last week, so I figured I’d have some fun with it.
The five word prompts for The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #38
are charade, face, call, fake and game.
Kyrielle ~ a poem of at least 3 quatrains, with lines of 8 syllables and a rhyme pattern of                   aabB, ccbB, ddbB, etc.  The fourth line of the first stanza is used as the fourth line                   of each succeeding stanza
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Perfect Strangers

Perfect Strangers

This thing we have, we call it love
Is it, really?  I guess… Sort of
When was the last time we got laid?
We have to end this mad charade

I do my thing, and you do yours
And all we own is “His” and “Hers”
What once was “Ours” has been mislaid
We have to end this mad charade

Pick a topic; we won’t agree
It happened once, but just briefly
I hope my meaning’s been conveyed
We have to end this mad charade

You have your friends, and I have mine
But sharing friends?  We draw the line
You say my friends don’t make the grade
We have to end this mad charade

No, things will never be the same
We have to end this foolish game
We’re faking it, it’s sad to say
We have to end this mad charade

Let’s face the facts, we know we’re done
We could go on, but where’s the fun
Our breakup’s been too long delayed
We have to end this mad charade

 

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