(1)At lunch time at Nara Todai Temple, deer may come to you
     for some pieces of sandwiches,but you can tell how many.

  (2)Sure to be met by deer at Nara Todai Temple
     But can't expect many of them at lunch time, you see.

Cinquain (sing-kane; French, "group of five")
   1.A five-line stanza, sometimes called a quintain (although the term is
obsolete), a quintet (although the term suggests a musical ensemble), or a
pentastich (especially if the stanza is unrhymed).  Various rhyme schemes
are possible. Thomas Wyatt's "My Lute, Awake" (whose stanzas rhyme aabab)
begins:

               My lute, awake! Perform the last
               Labor that thou and I shall waste,
               And end that I have now begun;
               For when this song is sung and past,
               My lute, be still, for I have done.

   George Herbert's "The Pulley" uses a rhyme scheme of ababa for each of
its four stanzas:

               When God at first made man,
            Having a glass of blessings standing by,
               "Let us," said he, "pour on him all we can.
            Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie,
               Contract into a span."

   The five-line stanzas of Edmund Waller's "Song" rhyme ababb. The poem begins:

                Go, lovely rose!
               Tell her who wastes her time and me
                That now she knows,
               When I resemble her to thee,
               How sweet and fair she seems to be.

   William Wordsworth's "Peter Bell," a long narrative in five-line
stanza:as, rhymes Xabba. (The first line is unrhymed.) Here is the poem's
last stanza:

              And Peter Bell, who, till that night,
              Had been the wildest of his clan,
              Forsook his crimes, renounced his folly,
              And, after ten month's melancholy,
              Became a good and honest man.

Lord Byron, who was never one to renounce his own follies, parodies
Wordsworth's poem in "Epilogue," using the same rhyme scheme:

               And now I've seen so great a fool
               As William Wordsworth is for once;
               l really wish that Peter Bell
               And he who wrote it were in hell
               For writing nonsense for the Nonce.