A new Rhupunt?

May I be blunt?

How could I shunt

The proper word?

To follow rules

Not taught in schools

Like haunted ghouls

Is quite absurd.

This rhyming scheme

To some may seem

A poet’s dream

But they have erred.

A tetra line

Or two is fine

Like sweet red wine

But try a third!

The constant rhyme

Time after time

Makes one a mime

A wordless nerd.

You stare to space

And try to place

And interlace

What you have heard.

You write it wrong,

One word too long,

“His head!” the song

the wrath incurred.

This doleful form

Is not my norm,

I’m feeling warm

My tongue is slurred.

If Welsh is in

Then I must sin

I’ll simply grin,

Fly like a bird.

A style that’s free

Is more for me,

So let me be

Lest I get burred.