This is a little poem I wrote for School. It had to have 14 phrases, and 10 syllaboles in each phrase.
The Giant
1. The Giant stood there like a disturbed bear
2. His beaten fingeres numbered twenty-four
3. The features of his face distinctly rare
4. Staring into the face of hatred's core
5. His voice echoed throughout the hills of Gath
6. His spear was stained with blood of his rivals
7. His deathly eyes reflected gruesome wrath
8. His dark sheild was made of molten idols
9. His sword glistened with the stare of the sun
10. One warrior was destined to destroy him
11. But men who saw him thought only to run
12. But a child stepped forward, ready to fight
13. Only a stone, only a little stone
14. And the giant lay there, dead and alone