A watch on rhymes and flows.
A lance of words is in your hands
As meter's glory glows.
The shining waistcoats your defence
They come and lay the curse.
They write while questing for suspense
The dragons of free verse.
Oh knight in shining armour stand
A watch on rhymes and flows.
A lance of words is in your hands
As meter's glory glows.
So gather shields of metered rhyme
Be firm with iamb feet.
Release spondaic darts in time
To save the poet's seat.
Oh knight in shining armour stand
A watch on rhymes and flows.
A lance of words is in your hands
As meter's glory glows.
The fiery breath of random word
Descends the walls of verse
And cause the sonnet, now absurd,
To flow a little terse.
Oh knight in shining armour stand
A watch on rhymes and flows.
A lance of words is in your hands
As meter's glory glows.
Sir Jeff, is he legend or myth?
From iambic wizards
He used his magic poet gift
As flow defeated lizards.
Oh knight in shining armour stand
A watch on rhymes and flows.
A lance of words is in your hands
As meter's glory glows.
And when he sleeps in mermaid dreams
Inside dark fantasy.
The rhyme and rhythm are the seams
And words of ecstasy
Oh knight in shining armour stand
A watch on rhymes and flows.
A lance of words is in your hands
As meter's glory glows.
The quest is done time for PG
And scones with cream and jam.
A mug of brew his cup of tea
And his feet are iamb.
Oh knight in shining armour stand
A watch on rhymes and flows.
A lance of words is in your hands
As meter's glory glows.
© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.
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