{"id":94743,"date":"2021-06-26T20:15:59","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T00:15:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=94743"},"modified":"2021-06-27T04:16:46","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T08:16:46","slug":"if-at-last-you-dont-succeed-try-try-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/if-at-last-you-dont-succeed-try-try-again\/","title":{"rendered":"If at first you don&#8217;t succeed, try, try again!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There once was a lady from Kues,<\/p>\n<p>Who rode on the back of a moose<\/p>\n<p>NO!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There once was a lady from Kues<\/p>\n<p>Who wanted to fatten her goose<\/p>\n<p>(What is that supposed to mean?)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There was a young lady from Kues<\/p>\n<p>Whose boyfriend did give her a goose.<\/p>\n<p>(Good heavens, you can&#8217;t write that!)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There once was a lady in Kues<\/p>\n<p>Who loved to eat chocolate mousse<\/p>\n<p>(Alright, I&#8217;ll take it.)<\/p>\n<p>She whipped it up right<\/p>\n<p>A true chocolate delight,<\/p>\n<p>When she set it outside for a &#8230;. for a &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Okay, there once was a girl from Toulouse<\/p>\n<p>Who always wore comical shoes.<\/p>\n<p>One pair had a dent,<\/p>\n<p>And the other a rent<\/p>\n<p>As she walked through the streets of Toulouse.<\/p>\n<p>(No)<\/p>\n<p>(Why?)<\/p>\n<p>(You can&#8217;t use Toulouse twice.)<\/p>\n<p>(Why not?)<\/p>\n<p>(You just can&#8217;t.)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There once was a girl from Toulouse<\/p>\n<p>Who always wore comical shoes.<\/p>\n<p>One pair had a dent,<\/p>\n<p>And the other a rent,<\/p>\n<p>But both of them matched with her blouse.<\/p>\n<p>(That doesn&#8217;t rhyme.)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There once was a man from Toledo<\/p>\n<p>Who only would wear a tuxedo.<\/p>\n<p>The stark black and white<\/p>\n<p>Was a beautiful sight<\/p>\n<p>And honored his healthy libido.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There once was a lady from Kues, Who rode on the back of a moose NO! &nbsp; There once was a lady from Kues Who wanted to fatten her goose (What is that supposed to mean?) &nbsp; There was a young lady from Kues Whose&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3712,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-94743","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94743","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3712"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=94743"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94743\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":101128,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94743\/revisions\/101128"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=94743"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=94743"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=94743"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}