A humorous poem about poetry and its forms... |
Runes Blank verse, free verse, I can't see why should I call that poetry? Why should I waste my time when I could be immersed in rhyme? There's something about the ebb and flow of rhyming words. I want to know how anything could be much sweeter than listening to the music of a lilting meter. Acrostic, cinquain, ancient haiku to me, none of these will do. Give me the whimsy of Clerihew four bright lines of varied hue. While I can respect the form, Pleiades doesn't keep me warm. I prefer a rhyming puzzle structured like the Persian Ghazal. So keep your sestina and triad, not that I think of them as bad, but I prefer my mind to dwell on the multi-rhyming villanelle. Only one verse of the dorsimbra rhymes and that leaves me feeling blah. And, so I'll cast this magic chant in hopes that rhyme will soon supplant. "Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble." Save us all from unrhymed hell, bless us with your doggerel. An entry for "The Humorous Poetry Contest" Genre: Comedy Poetry Line Limit: None Line Count: 28 The quotation is from Shakespeare's Macbeth - credit due where credit is deserved rune - poem or incantation of mysterious significance, especially a magic charm. doggerel - comic or burlesque, and usually rhyme in loose or irregular in measure. |