To what domain should I devote my pen?
To verse where I betray my ignorance?
For I to put these words on blogging, sense
Is strained by hackneyed turns of phrase—what then?
Oh Muse! Betray me not! This dalliance
Is but a metered post occasioned when
The A to Z endeavor strikes again
A block on all my words. And so I hence
I am giving up writing iambic pentameter.
Trochee troubles set up by dactyl anguish.
And lines get tangled up in dull calculations
So my all my metrical feet can all, in the end, fit inside there.