Sitting down to write a verse
Requires a gifted leading line
Perhaps a stunning last curse
To upset the good gentry’s - define.
Signs of weathering days in tumult and turmoil
While keeping hope alive;
Unbridled joy at the snake’s uncoil
Using dissonance and assonance to dive.
Alive into day twenty-seven of the ride
Away from the chaos and troubling change
The rhyme is a riddle; the meter is a foot and glide
What is iambic whimsical satire – how strange.
To arrange a thought inside the buzzing hive
Must find how the trochaic pace is a da-dum
A sound within a sound makes nuanced jive
The head page is all in a rage: red-rum redrum.
Drums that beat out in a cacophony
Scatter the notes like unhinged words
A tornadic occasion before the euphony
Quiets the warrior poets and their swords.
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