a third degree…
A meter natzi has the knack
Those das and dums will hit the spot
His word veneer without a crack
He’s slicker than a string of snot
For free verse shall be left to rot
He’d rather gallop round the track
To share the gift of verse he’s got
A meter natzi has the knack
His metronomics never slack
That pen is always on the jot
When fluid mind is on attack
Those das and dums will hit the spot
The meter junkie waxes hot
As phrase and lyrics he will pack
into each stride and winning shot
His word veneer without a crack
The measured words, he’ll shape and stack
Precisely timed and to the dot
That rhythm’s never out of whack
He’s slicker than a string of snot
A meter natzi boasts the lot
At free verse, he may be a hack
But primed for rhyme he fears not
For all the others fade to black…
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Copyright P J Ross
27012017
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