There once was a poet named Hanks
Who loved to play metrical pranks;
A master of rhyme
And sonnets sublime
He'd nevertheless be the first to confess
That his messing with scansion caused lavish expansion
Of ultimate lines which knew no confines,
Defying all schools of rhythmical rules,
Resulting in poetic angst!
'A form of mischief contest' : sponsored by Nina Parmenter
I hope you can appreciate that heretical Hanks has conformed to the Limerick's rhyming regulations AABBA but taken huge liberties with the rhythm and acceptable final line word allowance!
Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2018
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