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!