This rime that flows and rhymes
must throb with rhythmic time
to the beat and the chimes
of each line on the dime;
it must have lines and rows
that move with good meter
to feet of highs and lows
that’s nice, tight and neater;
it, too, must be well-writ
with not so subtle song
that ev’n pets can hear it
in homes where they belong.
(Oh, alas and alack!)
‘Tis time to end this tune
with a farewell address,
so close do I too soon
with this — no more, no less