Wednesday, 1 January 2014

Sillyness

I heart iambic pentameter verse
Although I find the rhyme to be a curse
The few who say that I do not know how
To write and rhyme I say you are a cow
For I can do this project that I set
Though on my fingers counting I must check
So now I must bring this rhyme to an end
Before iambic pentameter bends
Beyond the bounds of which I can allow
And blast, now all I can think of is cow
Which is the wrong way to end this here poem
A fate much worse than buried under loam
So this is now the end, at last I say
An end to this here verse, right now, I pray!

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