Switchgrass, swelter, swinking, sweaty swivet; thoughts swiftly swirling; swollen, swimming eyes; oh! Oh, but to swinge that swift, swarthy swindler! The swashbuckling swine hadn’t swithered, swiftly swiping; swith, swiveling, switching hands, leaving his lady swooning, swirling her sweet switchel on Swiss porch swing… Swish…
The above poem is my take on d’Verse’s Quadrille challenge #123.
The quadrille is simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title), and it can take any form. This week’s challenge was to use the word “swift” in a quadrille.
63 thoughts on “Switchgrass, or: Sweet switchel”
super swaggy 😎
Thank you so much, Poorvi!