Tri and Tri Again TRI
The phrases lurch unkempt and trite.
The meter’s wrong, iambs lack grace.
One rarely ever gets it right,
and just like that, it falls in place.
The meter’s wrong, iambs lack grace
like two left feet’s unhappy dance;
success seems purely happenstance.
One rarely ever gets it right,
consuming vast amounts of time.
The process lacks both reason, rhyme.
And just like that, it falls in place.
Of brilliance, I must disabuse;
I simply want to slap the muse.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2024
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