There is a meter that all the poets will master
It is the meter of the great poet Shackspeare
While learning they will devolpe a love grown fast
And will sometimes cry a drop of salty tear

I find it traditional and quite stale
I find it confining and quite a jail


That's why I broke the meter in two

And done did
         What I
Do
One and one
Two and two


     This poem is nothing









BOO !!!