I wonder if I'll ever see
A verse that's not in rhyme, but free,
Emitted from the pen I ply.
Now every line that I indite
Is locked in rhyme and meter tight.
I'm just a rhyme and meter guy.
I wish my thoughts I could express
In partial or more casual dress
Than is my current wont.
They should come out in random lengths
(Gemetry's not among my strengths).
They should come out in spurts, but don't.
Instead, upon the page they lie
Like rungs upon a ladder high,
Rhymed and metered to the sky.
Please forebear to ask me why
I wrote them thus. You know that I
Am guilty and will not deny
That I'm a rhyme and meter guy.