FOUR CUBED
FOUR CUBED
Four words a line,
Four lines a stanza.
Four of these comprise
Ms. Hawley’s next extravaganza.
Three words won’t satisfy;
Five are too numerous.
And, one more condition,
She’d like it humorous.
That’s two verses done
And I’ve barely commenced.
It’s not my nature
To write lines condensed.
But, if she insists,
I’ll follow her law.
Sixty one, sixty two,
Sixty three, sixty four.
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