|Iambic verse has rules and guides my pen?|
My thanks to you to play with me today
The truth be told, it’s clear my work’s not Zen
Of course I am obnoxious I must say.
My patience long, so wait for me to be!
I’ll pledge some verse humanity can’t bare
To read, then write and be for all to see!
Oh man, that’s a tough phrase, so odd, so rare.
But please ask human rules to take my place
I’m trapped inside a box of wires and tin
As poets die with edges left in space
To write some lines for you, my discs do spin.
I look to Work for rules or I’ll lose face,
This form of verse is hard to write with grace!