Conformity in poetry
makes meter mean the most,
the gone and went of goetry
means stepping on some toast.
I like to play with verse,
though some say it is worse,
to bend a format's frame,
when it should stay the - way it always was.
I would rename sonnets 'MIKE',
lim-e-RICKS would speak of SPIKE,
all haiku be 'bout crime,
and free verse cost a dime.
All sestina ending words
would be aquatic birds,
like penguins, ducks, and geese,
which swim the seven ... seize the non sequitur.
I could write an ode,
all in Morse code,
or a portmanteau,
'bout an or-ang-a-roo.
Nonconformity in poetry
makes rhyming less a thing,
but spilling and punk-shoe-a-shun
must remain impotent! Zing?
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