I don't care what you call 'em; I just rhyme my goofy rhymes!
'Don't know metaphors from manholes - or meters from their iambs.
'Don't know couplets; 'don't know triplets, or iambic pentameter,
They just rattle the addled brain of this geriatric amateur!
A quatrain's a French hoe-down. Trochees? Cough drops to me!
Anapests are plain-fold bretheran here in my locality!
Dactryls were flying reptiles, among the dinosaurs of old.
Villanelle was a Mexican bad guy (Or so I have been told)!
A palindome's a camel. Of course, tenor' is a singer.
An accentual syllabic meter? Now THAT's a real HUM-DINGER!
I don't use those run on lines - (Is this baseball or Poetry}?!
And my Platoon formation stanzas march in RIGID symetry!
I don't know about persona, so I can't write an ode of 'sonnet.
But I WILL keep right on writing! You can bet your BOOTY on it!
I know you all us cuss words for this crap that I compose -
It ain't poetry - it ain't proper, but it GOTTA be NON-PROSE!
Earl W. Schollenberger (Magoo)