Musings From a Meter Maid
A meter maid I’ve never been
But Deb’s convinced me I have sinned
So now I write this verse for her
With hopes her wrath I won’t incur
“Defrost” is said as de’ frost here
The South is different, it’s so clear
Sur-re’-al sometimes sounds sur-eel’
But what means more is how I feel
About a poem and what it says
If written by a serf or prez
My meter’s time is running out
This WAS a strain, beyond a doubt
*LOL :) Entry for the Meter Contest
Iambic Pentameter
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
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