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Term of nology
I am Bic
Fleeing from terror dactyls
Me an’ a pest
Were playing a game of trochee
(like croquet, with a different mallet
and a tetrameter—that device that
measures the tetras).
Playing with a bunch of pent up amateurs
Who didn’t quite train hard enough
And had to wait, watching young couplets
Walking in the park, hand in hand
Relationships still fresh, before they’d time to terse it.
If it can be put on a windowsill then it’s sill-able
Five to a line
Five seven five
Doves releasing a high coo…
Pity the Japanese—the stresses
Are always on those of us with accents.
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