There’s a purpose for metre and rhyme
There’s a time for a chapter and verse
There are worse things than cats sat on mats
On the hat of the flat universe.
There’s a moment for mentioning June
(And the moon that must always complete her)
It’s much neater when love rhymes above
And you don’t have to shove out of metre.
When you set out to rhyme with a reason
And the seasoning word comes to you,
The position it lies in ‘s what makes the word wise ‘n’,
Emphasizing it, makes it seem true.
Whatever your thoughts as you make rhyme upon it,
at the end of a sonnet, you’re on it.
11th September 2006
