|Is form and verse so hard to write with grace?|
To be a master writer tempts the brains
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face
Especially for now, your topic strains.
The pounding beat of drives did spin this verse
Bad luck, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
My random words just might involve much worse
My passion here you see is cranking glee.
But wait, iambic rules do guide my pen
For what you type in my website as shown
The truth be told, it’s clear my work’s not Zen
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown.
Oh please, dear soul, I ask some verse to make,
You can’t just stop me now, I ask a break!