But I cannot sustain iambic pentameter
Trochee troubles lend me two left feet
Yet April blogging has a poetry parameter
Am I truly up to this
daunting
feat?

Linguistic marvels mesmerize my mind
And paradiddles patter on my heart
And culinary jazz riffs on what I dine
Yet curse the verse do I
How can I
start?

A limerick might get me to Nantucket
For some a brittle Haiku might do
But with these forms I'm likely to just muck it
Up with rough-edged stanzas
That I
Hew.

Illiberal education killed the core
I learned in gothic quads long ago
Now I'm full of life and useless lore
And looking for
true love in
a beau.

This poetry month daunts my verbal wont
I want to write what's right to do it right?
Clueless I proceed on this wee jaunt
And choose a rhyme to end tonight's plight.

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