What ! I wonder is this Poem about,
As I’m climbing the Walls in working it out.
A few nice words are here and there,
The Odd Choice Rhyme that we all could bare.
A Meter that’s pleasant if not to fine,
A description of sorts of the Metaphor kind.
It isn’t Blank and neither Free,
Makes a pleasing tone to some degree.
Stanzas laid to help redeem,
And make a sort of Singalong Scheme.
It’s the English Weather on a Summer’s day,
All ‘Sun Factor 10’ and ‘Rain Stopped Play’.
There are some parts of Middling-Verse,
Though I must admit I’ve written worst.
But of a Banded Subject I’m really stumped,
It’s different things in a Messy Lump.
I’m sure the next Poem will benefit best,
By a correlation of Theme that’s better addressed.