I have been writing poetry all day
And now I’m thinking in iambic verse
I think it’s time that on my bed I’ll lay
Before this bullshit can get any worse.
Five beats per line is what the teacher taught
But The Anthologist told me it’s six
I’ve tried for hours but it comes to naught!
I think I’d rather sail across the Styx.
I want to read some fiction but I fail
‘cus rarely does prose have five beats per line
If I could find some sort of Holy Grail!
And drink from it! and then know how to rhyme.
From it I’d drink, great sonnets I would write!
A worthless dream, for I am no brave knight.
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