A Rubai of Karmic Returns
How could I throw a hex on Mr Sundell.
I've only scentless water here to sell.
Beware the shaman's hand that points the bone.
The spell may boomerang on loopy Mel.
More Manacled Sentiments
Banished from this Rhymers' Repartee,
poor Free-Verse swings upon the poetree.
Yet is Free-Verse - a coffin or a curse?
shouting a hurse! my kingdom for a hurse!
We are hypocritical to whit!
We've smoked Free-Verse and other Beepbop Shit.
Neither's easy Carl - let both hang out.
Fixed ir Free, it's hard to catch a trout.
Learn the metrical locks and rhyming tools,
then like Houdini wriggle free from rules.
[This message has been edited by chris (edited August 22, 2002).]
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