prompt: take a line from a poem
by another poet. Used each of the
words to end each of your lines.
So I set myself a tricky task here
but couldn't resist a line from
Marvell's To His Coy Mistress,
which I studied at school,
really liked the words and rhythm,
and never forgot.
Here is the start:
The edges of the neat grass in this
geologic garden checked the coyness
of aubretia the mustard of ladies ...