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The irony of poetry

Intrinsically is accord

For the end of the second line

Is always a rhyme for the fourth.

Alliteration may abound

To tease the taste with written thyme

Yet when all is said and done

The second and fourth still rhyme.

Shall we grasp without levity

Grievous profundity assigned

If cadence’ tact becomes its lack

When the second and fourth don’t rhyme.

Upon that thought t’would be a crime

With pen to stab and pain inflict.

If the second and fourth don’t rhyme

I give silence and take the fifth.