Hmmm, tricky.
To write a verse within such rules,
How can this count as fun?
I think that only drunks or fools
Suspect it can be done.
I wonder, Muse, why you inflict
Such mental aches and pains?
Although I sometimes wish you strict,
Let go now, spare my brains!
Oh, last line spelled out down one side,
A sadist’s trick I fear!
Daft task! Alas, I have my pride,
Or else I ‘d stop right here.
Fair chance? At least my ear’s not tin . . .
Refrain from hope, you clot!
One fact ensures that you won’t win -
This is a load of rot.
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