*snaps fingers*

Finally, a poem with rhyme and meter and not a senseless rant!  That's what I call poetry.  Mostly because the other kind I can just shoot out of my *expletive* most of the time.  Just one little quip I have:





 
	  
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.....Now if your piece behooves a chew,

..........because odd verse feels clotted,

.....we’re apt to think your retinue

..........will opt for food less solid. 
	





"Clotted" does not rhyme with "solid" very well.