A dome is home to tome of lore,
What minds would find behind its door!
It holds an old tale told to none;
It’s said once read the head is spun.

Don’t knock, firm lock will block entries;
But more, the door has four sentries.
The guards will ward with sword and shield,
Ever aver never to yield.

Perhaps those chaps will lapse and look
Inside the wide, implied wise book?
But would men good be stood so weak
To break, forsake and take a peek?

No, such know much, will touch it not;
It lies from eyes, the prize of thought.
One day, I pray we may pierce dome,
Part leaves from sleeves, receive wisdom.

Joey’s are red,
Kaiba’s are blue;
If you don’t love dragons,
No Duel Links for you.

Ordered fried chicken
and some scrambled eggs;
the chicken came first.

There once was a doctor named Hannibal,
Who for his delight was a cannibal.
He slew a poor Oliver
To feast on his raw liver;
Chianti was never so potable.

Rejection (an example of a Triolet)

The joy of love no more for me!
A path of lonely, bitter tears
Is all I have, my destiny.
The joy of love no more! For me,
Awaits a life of misery.
But then you kissed away my fears.
The joy of love! No more for me,
A path of lonely, bitter tears.