Free verse I wrote, no structure, no form Thought I was good; others did so too. I pursued the modern trend and norm, Till definitive models I sought to woo. Then ballad, pantoum and iambic verse Meter, quatrain, rhythms and rhyme Set my head twirling - and what is worse I could write nor word nor line, worth a dime! Sonnets stump me, villanelles make me wonder Why constrain poems to style and structure? I rant and rave and tear my hair asunder Confronted by classical poetry's stricture. Free verse is no great challenge my dears... All and sundry cannot be Shakespeares!
