UK, you have 2 uu in your last line. It's not pure iambic--you have
what is called a varient. LOL

OK, I'm a smart ass. Sue me! LOL

I was going to get to this Korangen
You couldn't wait for the writer?
Thank God the computer was ailing
It would have been an all nighter

While I watched without posting
Though not Frost, Whitman,or Chaucer
A commendation for your hosting
From the original author

Farmer Bean had dreams
Brushed of his green jeans
Had the means
To make the scene
He knew he could play
Had the day
To walk away
Let the town say
What they would say
They'll talk anyway
So what the hey
Leave 'em at bay
To say he will pay
For being on his way
While the garden is left behind

But Dean Bean did go
Because he did know
As he went to and fro
All would grow
The rain would show
The wind might blow
Nourish and toughen every row
Left the scarecrow
Chased the rainbow
Went with the flow
Knowing he'd return
To reap the sew
The town wondered about his mind

Now the town's lips
Flapped of Bean's trip
Had he lost his grip
Had his mind slipped
Did intentions dip
Take a long walk
Off a short slip
The town did backflips
Sifting through almanacs
For growing tips
Straining friendships
Worrying about harvest time

As the townfolk
All went loc
And could not choke
Back in their throats
The sour notes and
Harsh words spoke
Stories evolved and
Writers wrote
The town went turncoat
They couldn't float
The suspicion boat
Made up their minds
Were quick to gloat
That Bean had passed his prime

The air thick and still
As accusations spilled
Missing facts filled
With standard swill
It was overkill
At the rumor mill
My how some were thrilled
Feeling Power build
Jockeyed in the guild
All truth was killed
Soon refilled
With a hard to swallow
Bitter pill of
Hearsay opinion and lie

Inquiries were sent
As to where Bean went
Had the farmer Gent
Gotten priorities bent
Would their pocket dent
Survive the seeds they lent
Should they raise the rents
Put the poor in tents
Were their margins spent
This sad descent
Would not relent
Became a din event
A powerplay argument
You could smell the scent
Of the swill ferment
Fragments forewent
Due process...consent
But did they lament
Even once repent
As the farmer gent
Returned with new implements
No, they believed in him the whole time

Oh wow, that's deep Joel, I'm quite impressed
And don't quite think I can outbest
but that's OK, I'll post the same
I shall not hang my head in shame
I'm glad to see your 'puter's back
and you can join the friendly pack
and post with us your words of wit
and put us in a laughing fit
I'm glad to see you joined us here,
I'm of to JHS bar for a round of beer

hi alex.........how are you???happy to see u again!!

That party is hearty
and it's no fable
There 2 crazy women dancing
On the billiard table
Drinking and carousing
The usual thing
I was just there myself
It's in full swing

Oh wow, I guess I need to go
by posting here I'll miss the show

There's a time to rhyme
But this party's in season
It's just called JSH
For some odd reason

Yup, just found it, and jumped right in
time to continue the life of sin
2 girls on the table, we can't go wrong
we'll have to party all night long

is behavin herself

The party has returned to Iambic
To put some wind in the sails
Down off the table Korangen
You got some sass on your trail

Slipped, tripped, then got a grip
That's how you learned to do a flip

Wham Bam, now here you stand
That wasn't so hard, now was it, man