I am quite taken with the charms
Of tantric tetrametric verse
It wriggles in and quite disarms
The issues with it I rehearse
The lilting almost comic meter,
With its tinge of witchery
The way it seems so rush by, fleeter
Than a poem ought to be;
How its careful steps and stutters
Sneak themselves past all defenses
Is no matter - that it flutters
Is a pleasure to my senses.
So somehow it quite beguiles
All objections into smiles.
Unless, that is, it takes a turn
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And leaves each line to muse alone
and grow into something adverse.
Haven't started the sequence, but decided to peruse your blog instead : )
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