A rictameter is a nine line poetry form. The 1st and last lines are the same with the syllable count as follows:
Feelings
in teenage girls
change like the weather in
Melbourne, one minute it's raining
then it's hailing, half an hour after that
it's warm and sunny, so intense.
I was a teenager once
and recall those
feelings.
Alone,
watching the tides
ebb and flow pass me by,
I ask myself why I stay here.
Looking past the sparkle and glitter to
reality, the harsh truth is
I don't have any friends.
I'll always be
alone.
Come back
I'm calling you
I know you can hear me
It's so painful to be ignored
One day you'll call and no-one will listen
Then you will know what it is like
Why don't you answer me
I need your help
Come back
Laughing
Smiling faces
Beaming with happiness
Give pleasure to our aging souls.
They warm the heart and bring back memories
Of happy days and carefree youth.
The world was at our feet.
I remember
Laughing
Lacking
peace and quiet,
my house is not my own.
With open doors and loud music
it's become a teenage drop-in centre.
The school vacation is too long.
Or is it? Without them
something would be
lacking.
Washing...
There is so much!
Put it on... Take it off...
And then I have to iron it.
How can anyone have so many clothes?
Praise the lord for washing machines.
Wish it was wrinkle free...
I never stop,
Washing...
Pharlap,
greatest racehorse
ever, was cut short in
his prime. Out of fifty-one starts
he won thirty-seven races. His large
heart was the biggest ever seen.
Our nation cried the day
someone poisoned
Pharlap.