For the Author

The rhythm! The Rhythm!

The beat! The Beat!

Old poets were minimal

To stay on their feet.

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Tit for tat

By the “riff-raff”

In a world of rap.

(Tune into that!)

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The bells! The bells!

Chime all throughout hell,

You just need to hum along-

To sing their song.

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Sonnets speak the words kept in hearts of men.

*Shakespearian chorus*

(From the Bard or us)

Will keep you from being alone again.

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Sing the tune and stamp your feet!

You are judged by the words you keep!

When you are alone, and it is said and done,

I hope you remember: you had some fun!