> Trochees and iambs clip-clop on the page,
> Giving the poet frustration and rage.
> Perfect meter and rhyming,
> The words and the timing,
> Are tricky for even a sage.
>
> The dancing of words as they move 'cross the page
> Is something delicious, sublime.
> "The moon's shining crescent,
> Bold white iridescent..."
> A perfect example of rhyme.
>
> With a sing-song meter, as seen up above,
> The difference is brilliantly clear,
> Compare it to Milton, to Homer or Frost
> Or the iambic foot of Shakespeare.
>
> And I have no idea where to keep going with this
> So I'll let it be with this last little twist.
>
> Sosi"poetry!"qui

Bravo! Bravo! Author! Author!