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So, lovely readers, this is a QUATERN.  What’s that? A sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains.  It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line of stanza four. Strictly, there should be 8 syllables per line, but this time I’ve stuck to metre instead 🙂


Ever since the baby was born

She hasn’t kissed him once,

Wallowing deep in self-pity and porn,

He flounders in the dumps.


She’s hardly looked his way

Ever since the baby was born

Will she make him stay?

Between freedom and them he’s torn.


No work and overdrawn,

She doesn’t care a bit,

Ever since the baby was born

His life has turned to shit.


Spends his days just watching telly

Feeling depressed and forlorn,

Drinking beer & scratching his belly

Ever since the baby was born.