Untitled Pantoum

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I thought this was due on Monday (today) and I just remembered about it last night, so I wrote it in like half a hour, whilst watching the X-Factor. In case anyone doesn't know, a pantoum is a poem which takes the 2nd and 4th line of each quatrian (4-line verse) and carries them on the the next one as the 1st and 3rd lines. The final stanza uses the first and thrid lines of the very first one, but in reverse order, so basically a pantoum starts and ends with the same line. They don't have to rhyme, but if you want it to, the ABAB format is best, as it gives the best effect at the end. Please bear in mind that this was rushed! :D

Nothing's original any mre
Everything's been said and done
Don't bother trying- we've seen it before
There will always be another one

Everything's been said and done
It's all just propagation
There will always be another one
In our cliched nation

It's all just propagation
No matter what you do
In our cliched nation
Trying to be different turns out no good

No matter what you do
It all ends up the same
Trying to be different tuns out no good
Life just goes that way

It all ends up the same
Don't bother trying- we've seen it before
Life just goes that way
Nothing's original any more




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Ooh, what an interesting format. Sounds a little difficult, I like how it gets all wrapped up in the last stanza, though. Knowing that it's supposed to follow a set format makes it a little more difficult to comment on, I think. I reckon you did a good job though, given the circumstances :P
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i like it its differnt but at the same time entertaining to read

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