One More For Good Measure
While sitting at my writing desk
I penned a poem on white pages,
What came to grow inside my head?
Motley forms of meter ranges.
First, I jotted one Canzone
Followed by two strong Sonnets,
Next, I added three Rondeaus
Not to mention many Couplets.
Then I scribbled five Villanelles,
With six Sestinas I just treasure,
Along with only eight Kyrielles,
A rima royal for good measure.
Now I'm stumped! What should I do?
This poem was meant to be Haiku.
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