Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Meter Stuck

Meter Stuck
Caught betwixt the rhyme and reason
Comes the meter and the season
For poetry profound and strange
In stanzas badly arranged

Words pop like pink popcorn confection
The poet has no sense of rhythm
You'll find no editor for this collection
You can't even call it a haiku or free verse really

At least the lines are straight and true
The words cannot all run amok
The critic cries "He's missed his cue!"
His metre stick is meter stuck

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