Iambic tantrumia

  • He said,iamb not myself today
    You seemed unaware,
    The anapest will soon come in
    You seem not to care.
    The trochee sang
    The dactyls rang
    Fry gave them a glare.
    For spondee-licious he was not
    Neither here nor there;
    He said again,iamb he you seek
    Here and everywhere.
    A pyrrhic victory for rules
    Slang for souls with flair.
    Ic pentameters dare


About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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