A Supporting Brief From The Wisest Of Birds
by cricketjeff on July 30, 2018. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
It seems to me that poetry
May be the biggest hoot;
Once love of words amongst us birds
Has taken solid root.
A wordless song is surely wrong –
As thrush and robin boast.
A parrot or a blue macaw
Will always take my toast.
I’ll look askance or barely glance,
At free verse without flow;
And as for prose, as some propose,
My answer must be NO!
Each well bred owl will screech and howl
For meter every time
I hope this judge will never budge
From standing up to crime!
A Limerick by clever dick
Will often raise a smile
But amphibrachs are oft the tracks
Though sometimes they beguile.
As owls we must project our lust
And put this thought in play
Iambic’s are S00-PEER-REE-ARE
We’re with you all the way!
Author notes
In ballad meter (strict iambics alternating tetrameter and trimeter with rhyme
scheme
xxxAxxxA
xxxxxB
xxxCxxxC
xxxxxB
Thanks for the clarification that was fun to write!
Jeff
English